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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Bucky knows you’re faking

Bucky knows you’re faking. He has no idea where you met this guy or why you’re still with him, in fact Bucky almost feels sorry for him. Because this guy thinks he’s doing a good job. He thinks he’s making you cry from pleasure, he thinks he’s pulling orgasms from you left right and center but Bucky knows.

Becuase he’s heard you. Fucking smelled you.

In your room, all by yourself.

He hears every moan and whimper, all those noises you can’t hold back. The filthy squelching of your pussy making a mess on the sheets is a sound unmatched. You always smell so good after and he can’t get over how soft and sweet you are, all fucked out with a quiver in your voice, not realizing he knows exactly what you’ve been up to with those pretty fingers between your legs.

He’s seen the way you practically glow afterwards, a shy smile on your face, acting like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat minutes ago. Always when it’s well past midnight, coming down for a snack, a thin sheen of sweat still covering your skin. He’s usually in the kitchen, having to pretend his cock isn’t aching after hearing how pretty you sound, how desperate and loud you get when you think no one can hear you.

But he can.

Bucky grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, smirking when he heard your less than enthusiastic sounds and silence a few minutes later. He watched carefully as you made your way into the kitchen with nothing but a flimsy robe covering you, eyes growing wide when you realized you weren’t alone.

“Have a fun night?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, struggling to keep his eyes on your face and not the loose knot, so close to letting your robe fall open, giving him access to that pretty body-

“Oh-yes” you shrugged, suddenly feeling hot all over realizing Bucky had probably heard you, “I-um-I don’t think I’ll see him again”

“Why not” Bucky prodded, his curiosity piqued, self-restraint faltering, he couldn't hold back, not when that poor excuse of a robe was begging to be ripped off. “He can’t make you cum, can he princess”

“What?” You stared at Bucky like a deer caught in headlights, frozen on the spot, mouth gaping while he chuckled.

“I said-” he got up from his place at the kitchen island, biting his lip while backing you against the counter, your eyes growing wide feeling his hard, poorly contained bulge press onto you. "He can't make you cum? Can he?"

“I-" You stammered, gripping onto the edge of the counter, surely you were dreaming, there's no way this was really happening, all the fantasies you've thought of coming to life-

“Oh baby” Bucky cooed at your flustered state, tilting your face up to meet his eyes, “Don’t get all shy on me now bunny. Was that it? Did he make you cum?”

You shook your head, still nearly frozen like a baby deer, whimpering when Bucky groaned, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Knew you were faking it princess, I've heard you, y'know" Bucky smirked at your gasp, clearly mortified that he'd heard you during your most intimate moments. "Y'sound so pretty when you touch yourself baby"

"Bucky" You whined, not sure what you were begging for, arousal pooling between your legs, spreading your knees slightly to press yourself against his thigh.

"Tell me to stop" his jaw was clenched, gripping onto the single strange of restraint he had, his fingers toying with the knot of your robe.

"D-don't stop" You let out a shuddered breath, shivering when your robe was thrown off before you could blink, Bucky's lips smashing onto yours. His hand gripped the back of your neck, his tongue claiming your mouth as his, teeth nipping and sucking your lip. He lifted you onto the cool marble counter with ease, metal fingers swiping through your folds, gathering your slick before shoving them in his mouth, groaning at the taste.

"You're fuckin' sweet bunny" He didn't give you a chance to respond, prying your thighs apart and dipping down to lick a fat stripe through your soaked cunt before latching onto your clit. You cried out in pleasure, his wide shoulders keeping your legs spared apart.

"B-Bucky!!" Your head was thrown back when he shoved two fingers into you, curling and fucking them into you, moaning when you grabbed onto the roots of his hair, tugging harder the closer you got.

"Already sound so pretty baby" He let out a dark chuckle, kissing your pouty face when he pulled away just before you reached your high, tugging down his sweats to pull his cock out, "Bet you'd sound even better when you're stuffed, hm?"

"Please" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, practically humping yourself on him, desperate to be filled. His cock was curved towards his tummy, the swollen head dripping with precum. There was something about him still being fully dressed while you were stark naked in the middle of the kitchen that aroused you more, knowing damn well anyone could walk by at any given moment.

"You need a fat cock to cum around, don't you bunny? My bunny's such a little slut, she can't cum unless she has a fat cock fucking her brains out?" He taunted, loving the way you were nothing more than a babbling mess already, moaning when you felt his tip catch against your fluttering entrance.

"Please Bucky, need it"

"I know baby, I know, my poor baby needs cock, doesn't she" His eyes locked with yours as he started to breech your tight hole, your breath catching in your throat at the stretch.

"Breathe, s'just me baby, swear you got my cock so hard-shit" He hissed as he pushed himself to the hilt, pulling out at an agonizing slow pace, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Faster Bucky, please-please need you" You tried to get him to move but he shook his head, feeling you flutter around him.

"First tell me what you call be princess, what do you call me when you're all alone with these sweet fingers"

Had Bucky not been holding onto you, you would have fainted; you had no idea he'd also heard the nights where you desperately moaned and came over and over again thinking of him. Bucky smirked against your skin, slowing down the drag of his cock again, snapping his hips suddenly making you squeal.

“C’mon darling, what was that you called me”

“DADDYY” you wailed, wrapping your thighs around his waist when he stated to pound you with a bruising grip around your waist, the clinks of glasses in the cupboards growing louder the harder he fucked you on the counter. "OH-GOD-D-DADDY"

"That's right, daddy's fuckin' you baby, makes me so hard when you call me that" Bucky groaned, thrusting faster, already on the brink of an orgasm. He could feel his cock swell each time you moaned or whimpered, his hand sneaking down to rub your clit.

"N'look at this precious clit, s'this what you're always playing with baby? Always rubbing this needy little button, thinking on one can hear you?"

"F-fuck Buckyyyy" Your eyes rolled back, tears streaming down your cheeks when he rubbed you faster, your first orgasm choking his cock without warning. You couldn't formulate words, letting out silent screams, blinking pleasure consuming you.

"That's it baby, moan for me, cum for me, cum for your daddy baby, know you've never cum for anyone else, go on n'cum for daddy, make daddy proud" Bucky looked feral, grunting with each thrust, desperately holding off his own orgasm, needing to feel you cum around him over and over again.

"OH-DADDY-D-DON'T ST-STOPP"

"Look at you baby, such a good girl for daddy, giving daddy all of her cum" Bucky's eyes were wild, staring at where he cock split you open, his length and trimmed hair covered in your creamy mess. "Daddy wants all of his baby's cream sweets"

"OH FUCCCKK" You wailed, your juices squirting all over his crotch, making it impossible for Bucky to hold off any more as you clung into him.

"So fuckin' proud of you baby, made daddy's cock feel so good, y'know that? Y'make daddy so hard, so horny, you're gonna make daddy cum so hard angel, m'gonna cum so hard for you, Fuck-gonna fill you up bunny-take it-take my cum-fuck-FUCCKK" Bucky roared against your neck as streams of cum started to fill you, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you. You were limp in his hold, passed out from pleasure, your combined mess dripping down your thighs and onto the floor.

You didn't even realize you were tucked under the warmed blankets, wrapped up in a pair of thick, muscular arms, Bucky's large chest acting as a pillow. You nuzzled into him while he softly petted you hair, blissfully unaware it was just the start of a very long night.

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love-toxin · 5 months

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bonus night - mike schmidt

plot: jk it's just por-//SHOT

(cws: fem!reader, FNAF movie spoilers!!!, rough sex, riding, begging, a teeny tiny taste of dom mike, tit sucking, bruising, protected sex w/ a twist, post-fnaf canon, established relationship)

wc: 2k

There's absolutely no question that it's been a long fucking day. One of many, in fact, both behind him and yet to come.

Aside from his sleep schedule still being tremendously fucked from that five night ordeal, Mike's also had the stress of landing a new job and keeping it this time. He's lucky–god, he's lucky that an old friend of his just happened to have a connection–but that just puts more pressure on his ability to keep a level head and not lose this one. Plus, with his meds cut out as well as a whole host of new traumas to keep him up at night it's almost more stressful than fighting for his own life. With today being the end of orientation and the first real shift on the job, it's finally sinking in that a new chapter of life has started but his problems are still an uphill battle.

Bills, backpay, rent, Abby's therapy, pacifying their aunt who was quite aghast at waking up disheveled on their living room floor…it's been a process to say the least. His one saving grace has been you. You. His beautiful, gentle angel, with a voice like sugar and honey and skin as soft as velvet, warm like a shallow pool on a summer's day that he'd want to float in for hours. You're so precious he can't think of a single thing he's done in life that tops being your lover, or even comes close.

Well…maybe there's one thing.

“Mike,” The squeaking of the bed beneath you just barely drowns out the high, sweet whimper that your voice has melted into. “Please baby, slow down-”

A squeaky “ah!” flies from your mouth regardless of that insistent plea, your lover's hips like stone pistons as he bucks up and topples you over to land back against his chest. He loves you there; the feeling of your tits squished against his chest as he holds your ass in an iron grip. Thumbs dig into each cheek, palms splayed out to keep you spread but still in your place–stretched enough to take him but tight enough not to let him slip out. Not even now, an hour after he carried you through the door over his shoulder, when his spit and cum and sweat have coalesced into a damp sheen spilling over his lap. Fuck the mess. He'll clean it up later, if he doesn't just throw his whole bundle of sheets into the wash to scrub away the evidence.

Each thump, thump, thump of your body thrown down rings more in your ears than his, but both of you feel it equally. Your womb kissed with hard, stinging passion on every thrust, and Mike's stomach twisting and flexing as his cockhead beats that spot raw, instincts begging him to drain all he has left inside. He's got lots of pent-up energy to spare, and on the one night that his sister's gone to a sleepover you can bet he took the chance to let some of it out. He'd barely had time to grab a condom–as eager as he was, it pales in comparison to the heat between your thighs when you see him get all riled up. If he'd let you put it on for him, you'd probably have it off in a second. Now he's just at the mercy of your needy and downright addictive pussy.

“Fuck!” Your mewls shift into a spitting, hissing curse when he bites down on one of those beautiful breasts of yours. Unlike what a weaker man would do, Mike isn't averse to leaving bruises–what else could be expected? He tries to be a gentleman in public and you always tell him he is, but the desire to put hands all over those pretty tits and mark his claim on them is second nature now. And no matter how much you'll complain about them being sore afterwards, you'll still push them in his face with that devilish look that's daring him to do it all over again.

Besides, he can't resist those things swinging right in front of him. And you'll forget the sting so quickly, his tongue will make short work of those shallow wounds you feel as he latches his lips and starts to suck. Greedily.

“Mike!”

Your hands in his hair won't stop him. But they don't really want to–as always you love to tug but you never push him back, you don't try to get any more space between you because what's already there is still not close enough.

God your whiny voice is so cute. He couldn't feel more lucky to have picked you up when he did. How would he know that the girl he helped out once for an ice cream would end up being his girlfriend? He just thought you were cute, and he felt bad seeing your face fall as you counted out your change in line, so he hadn't thought twice about the dollar he put down on the counter in your stead. Such an adorable little ditz, and now he's got you riding his lap and kissing him awake nearly every morning. If he wanted to catch a break, this is it.

“M-Mike, m'gonna cum,” Your whimpers dig into his ear and tug at the strings of his heart, his head already turned to soothe you with a low, soft shush brushed by your cheek. There there. With a stroke of your hair, you're melting again.

“Mhm,” He hums again, his warmth a lull following the furious heat that's been sparked by the friction of his hips pumping at a violent pace. “Shh, sh sh. We’ll go slow, I promise.” His murmuring muddies your head, his fingers descending quickly towards their destination. Once they reach it at the crest of your soft, pudgy mound that's been brutalized by his cock, he's glad to see you finally let that tension go as you slump forward into his chest. You just need to cling to him for awhile, and he certainly won't be complaining.

The smell of your sweat, your heat, your sleek, soft tongue wetting the bruises your teeth leave in his throat, all that whining and groaning and high, girlish squealing as your hips hump his lap–these and more are all reasons he has to absolutely worship you. Your starry-eyed gaze as you look upon him in ecstasy etches itself into his very soul. He won't ever forget this…he won't ever forget you. Not the warmth of you both being cheek-to-cheek, your hand coaxing out his end as it trails reverently from his jaw down his heaving chest.

“Pleeeeease,” You whisper, so achingly sweet he could cry as easily as cum. “Please, baby?”

Please. Such a pretty word. Prettier from your mouth most of all, so pretty it hurts–nearly stings as he digs his nails in and leaves marks on each cheek, though it will moreso for you when you wince at sitting down at your desk tomorrow morning. You're shaking, trembling more like, and even if he made you wait for it you wouldn't be able to obey. The spasms wracking through you can't be controlled, nor can the grind of your hips down as you let those strong hands drag you all the way to the base. So far that it causes a twinge in your expression as the orgasm passes, your ecstasy blotting out the stretch that you're gonna feel all the way up to your hips in the morning.

But he's got to get in deep, has to make it ache, so he's got a grip so firm it's trembling up his arms and you're shaking even harder on top of him as he digs in and lets loose. There's no question he's hit your womb, it's more curious to whether he's broken through it or not…by the way you bite down on his shoulder and bear the pressure, though, he must be nearly there. Nearly squeezing through that tight, tight wall so he's draining his seed right where it's meant to be. And you paw at him all the while, lower lip quivering, tears threatening to spill, yet you won't let up on rubbing yourself back on his thighs–it just isn't enough until you've taken all he has to give, and even then he can spot that gleam in your eyes that begs for even more. The fact that the condom's split isn't even in his mind, it's floated so far away he won't think of it until it's too late to stop.

Yet all that heat hits the same end after the climax. The friction subsides, the breathing slows, and the two of you are left in content silence as you quietly come back to your senses. There's something even more intimate about losing oneself as a collective; being so hedonistic in pursuing an indulgence, yet facing the fear of baring your own heart to one you love in the process, and reaching an even more satisfying end as it all comes to a close. It's glorious. He wouldn't trade it for anything. He wouldn't trade sex for his own life now that he's had it with you. But, again, he's still coming down from the high–he’ll most certainly feel the embarrassment of losing himself so indulgently as the cool air from the AC starts setting in.

“Was that good, baby?” Your tone just drips with deliciously sinful innocence, god. You've got such a proud expression on your face as he finds the words through his post-coital haze, hands inching back down your ass to grab handfuls of it yet again. Once he's got a grip he tugs, and draws you closer to meet you in a kiss–and as wet as it still is from the exercise, the way you lean into it and giggle is just enough to send his heart burning into passionate flames yet again.

“Very. Always is.” Panting, sweaty, he'd have no trouble convincing the neighbors he was just having it out on a treadmill for the last hour. If he could afford one.

“The best you've ever had?”

“Best. Best and only. Can I get up now?”

“Mmm…” You make a show of thinking up your answer only to tap him on the nose as you lean forward over him. “...No. I like this.”

Mike claps you on the ass suddenly, the smack echoing loudly in his modest little bedroom and eliciting a squeal from you that's just as punctual. Your squirming only draws a heat up inside him again though, and he knows better than anyone that that's exactly what you want. You'd be happy if he never got out of bed again, and if he spent all day with his cock nestled nice and warm inside you.

“Up. I gotta piss. Don't make me count.”

“Fiiiiiiine.” Huffy and puffy as always, you soon relent and slip off with a bit of manoeuvring to flop into bed beside him. “Can I at least hold it?” Rather than say something equally as shameful, he just pushes his pillow over your face with reddened cheeks and ducks with laughter as you launch it back at him, already up and on his way to the bathroom to wash off–and to soon find the evidence of that broken contraception that's definitely gonna plant a seed of worry in him when he realizes. Or…maybe not. God knows how many jokes you've made about wasting his cumshots in your mouth, and how often you've jumped him with no inkling of whether he's got a rubber in reach or not.

Maybe this is just another chapter of life, one more stage he's been readying himself for unconsciously. Whatever it comes with, he's gonna be beside you either way–so in a sense, he's more prepared than he's ever been to face what lies ahead.

#mutuals if u look at me im legally required to gag u #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #spicy writing #fnaf movie #fnaf mike #ellie writes #2k

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beeing1alive · 13 days

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Tokyo Revengers Boys, if you kiss them without warning

Note: You are not yet in a relationship in this scenario, but about to be. I hope you like it

Mikey didn't think about it at all and just kissed you back a few seconds later. You couldn't tell by looking at him, but he was naturally uncomfortable. He doesn't regret it though, he loves your soft lips and wants to kiss them again, but he knows that he'll probably have to make the first move.

Darken just looked at you for a few seconds and realised what you'd just done. As always, he tried to play it cool, like he didn't really care, but I can tell you, later that night, he thought about it and he couldn't stop smiling and he hoped that he'd get to kiss you again someday.

Mitsuya blushed, but pulled you close. Honestly, he likes you either way, so why wouldn't he do that, it's one of the best chances he'll ever have. He would have acted on intuition and of course he let you go as soon as he realised what he'd done and apologised. Still, his thoughts kept going back to it, he doesn't know why himself.

Chifuyu definitely enjoyed it and even closed his eyes to savour the moment even more. But unfortunately, this magical moment had gone as quickly as it had come. When your soft lips moved away from his again, he woke up from his own little bubble and got a little scared. Of course, he apologised to you and disappeared as quickly as he could.

Baji took you by the shoulders after the kiss as gently as he could at that moment and asked you what you were thinking. You might think at that moment that he didn't like it but, let me tell you, he loved it. Since that moment, he hasn't been able to think straight or sleep. He wants you to do it again. Again and again and again, but of course he won't tell you that.

Takemichi has stopped breathing, but still puts an arm around you. With his arm gently wrapped around your waist and your face so close to yours, your lips on his. He doesn't quite know why, but he thanked you for the kiss and maybe cried a little, not crying, but maybe a single, happy tear running down his cheek.

Angry returned the kiss. Simply without thinking about it and, in fact, at that moment without any charm. Unfortunately, the embarrassment only came afterwards and, much to his regret, much more strongly than usual. He ran away, to be honest, but he couldn't do anything but think about it all day until he finally lay in his bed and replayed the whole moment in front of his eyes, like a film, over and over again and he also wondered what would have happened if he had stayed there.

Smiley pulled you closer to him and asked you what you thought you were doing. Paired with that mischievous grin, he looked very amused, but don't worry, you'll just have to remain constant, withstand his gaze and, if you're feeling particularly brave, kiss him again. I promise you, his confident facade fell away and he did the anoint like his brother, he ran off to think about it, which he actually did. He couldn't think about anything else, but that's another problem.

Hakkai's brain has stopped working. He can't remember almost anything, just one thing. Your soft, gentle lips on his and how much he longs to kiss you again. He probably left without a word, didn't talk to anyone else that day either, and this memory, this realisation, only came into his head in the evening and he thought about it for the rest of the night and his cheeks glowed red, like fire, the whole time.

Kazutora asked you directly what you had done. He didn't understand why this, objectively speaking, so simple touch felt so good. He's just so starved for touch and will also ask you if you can do it again. Please, just give him another kiss, then he'll be satisfied for a while and think about it for a while until it occurs to him that he might like you. It hits him like a wave of emotions, he wants you to touch him more often, but he doesn't know whether and how to tell you.

Koko was confused but happy and asked you what the kiss was for. For a few seconds he was afraid that you might have just kissed him because you wanted money from him, but this thought quickly disappeared when you told him with that sweet blush on your face that you just wanted to kiss him and hadn't thought about it. He also gave you a kiss and then just carried on with what he was doing before, leaving you confused. But honestly, he didn't sleep that night because he had to think about your soft lips.

Inupi returned the kiss and he loved it, of course he didn't show it outwardly, his usual expression adorned his face, but the slight, sweet blush on his face gave him away. He actually thought about it for a long time and came to the conclusion that he liked you. I mean, what else could be the reason that he wants to kiss you again and again and that he really longs for it?

Hanma teased you about it, but of course he understood that it meant a lot, he's not as stupid as he seems. He laughed about it and made fun of it, but he caught himself thinking about it over and over and he wanted to feel it again. No kidding, he wants to be kissed by you again, but a little more intimate, more personal. As you can guess, he'll never admit it, maybe someday when you're in a committed relationship.

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roosterforme · 5 months

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The Younger Kind Part 39 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: It's not hard for Bradley to convince you to buy a formal dress. He also easily gets you to stop referring to the house as only his. But his behavior after the three of you return from the lake house might not be something you're willing to deal with.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, spanking, pregnancy talk, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley had to laugh, because while the Christmas in July fake birthday party all weekend long had been great, he and Maverick were the ones stuck cleaning up the decorations.

"They really left us here, huh?"

"Yeah, Mav," Bradley replied. "They really left us here to clean up while they took Noah out for breakfast." But he didn't mind. You told him it would give him a chance to talk to his dad's best friend for a few minutes.

When Bradley started to disassemble the Christmas tree, Mav asked him, "Are you planning on going to Warlock's retirement thing?"

"Retirement thing?" Bradley asked.

"Yeah. The surprise party. I keep forgetting about it." When Bradley's brow scrunched in confusion, the other man waved his hand. "You'll get an invitation this week. Most of Top Gun is invited."

Bradley felt for a second like he'd finally reached the upper echelon of work related events, because if he did in fact manage to get an invitation to an Admiral's retirement party, it was going to be swanky. "Black tie?"

"Oh yeah," Mav replied as he packed up strand after strand of lights. "Just wear your dress whites."

But that wasn't what Bradley was concerned about. If you needed to wear a formal gown, then you'd need to use your princess credit card. And he didn't want you balking at the price of a dress. He wanted you to go out and find something you wanted to wear for the night, and he didn't want to argue with you about the money. He had plenty of it; that was the downside to losing your parents when you were young and inheriting both of their life insurance policies.

"Yeah, I can just wear my dress whites," Bradley replied as he decided perhaps you'd respond better to picking out a dress if he promised to spank you afterwards.

Once Bradley shoved the Christmas tree back into the closet, he could hear you pull the Bronco back into the driveway. Maverick handed him a beer, and he was sipping it when you walked in and headed right for him. "Daddy," you whispered, kissing his cheek. Amelia walked in holding hands with Noah, and Penny brought up the rear.

"We brought you some muffins," Penny said, shaking a white bag at Bradley.

"Thanks," he replied before leaning down closer to you. He could practically still feel the tug of your fingers in his hair as he made love to you last night, once again with his hand over your mouth. "I actually like it better when you make breakfast for us at home," he said softly, just for you. "Did you have a nice time?"

You just shrugged. "The food was good, but the coffee sucked. I miss the French vanilla coffee you bring home for me sometimes."

"In the special Princess cups?"

You practically moaned for him. "I love it when you stop and get me coffee. Do you have any idea how hard I was crushing on you when you would bring that home with you on days when I was babysitting Noah? Or when you started buying French vanilla creamer for your house for me?"

Bradley eyed everyone else out on the back deck while he took a sip of the beer he was still holding and wrapped his arm a little tighter around you. "Tell me, Princess. Remind me. How hard were you crushing on me?"

Your lips met his neck, and sure enough, your fingers went to his hair. He stood there feeling kind of smug as you kissed him and murmured, "Couldn't stop thinking about you. I was so jealous of every girl you went out with. I wanted you to touch me so badly."

Bradley backed you up against the wall and pressed his body to yours. "I knew from the beginning I was wasting my time with them when you were at home."

You let your head tip back against the wall, and he leaned down to kiss you. "Well I'm always at your house now." You hooked your fingers through his belt loops and grinned. "I can't wait to make myself a latte from your fancy coffee maker tomorrow before work. The coffee is better from your kitchen."

Bradley froze with his palm pressed to the wall next to your head and your pretty eyes on him. "Baby, it's our house now."

Your eyes fluttered closed as you whispered, "Our house," like it was your fairy tale castle instead of a Coronado bungalow. Like he really was your knight.

"Hey," he rasped, waiting until your eyes were open again. He ran his fingers along your cheek. "I love you. So fucking much. But I won't spank you ever again if you call it my house. You understand?"

"Daddy," you gasped as he pulled himself away from you and finished his beer with a smirk. Your eyes narrowed, and he should have been alarmed by your smirk that matched his. "If you don't promise to spank me when we get home tonight, I'll paint your entire house beige. And I'll stop buying salad dressing. And I'll go down to the lake right now and catch a pet fish for Noah."

"Fuck," he gasped, actually feeling a little panicky before you and he burst into laughter together. "Damn, you're good. And you know I'll give you whatever you want. But you've got to give me what I want, too. Call it our house."

You pecked his cheek and said, "Let me start packing so we can leave for our house in a few hours."

"That's more like it," he replied as he went to join everyone else on the deck.

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You offered to drive, but Bradley told you to relax instead. You and Noah both ended up yawning fifteen minutes into the ride back to San Diego, and then you were both falling asleep. While Noah actually needed the afternoon nap so he wasn't cranky later, you just wanted to enjoy the feel of the warm sunshine on your face and Bradley's hand in yours.

You were using his address as your own for work, and all of your mail was being sent there. Your stuff was in virtually every room, but there were still times that it felt like his and Noah's space. The new bed helped you feel more comfortable, and obviously Bradley let you do whatever you wanted throughout the house. But he was right; it was time you started to take ownership. That was your bungalow now with the snag in the living room rug and the crack along the driveway just as much as it was his. You dozed off thinking about the internet tabs open on his phone as he rubbed your left ring finger.

Once again, Bradley had to wake you up when you arrived. He kissed you softly until your eyes opened to the afternoon sun. "We're home," he whispered.

"Our house," you mumbled as you sat up straight and stretched.

"Our house," he echoed. And then your heart melted as he asked, "Do you want to take our son inside while I carry in all of our shit?"

You smiled and turned to see that Noah was just waking up as well. "Yeah, I'll take our son inside." It was the most natural thing you could have said as you pecked Bradley's lips and climbed out onto the driveway.

"Mommy," Noah whined as you unbuckled him. "I have to pee."

"Keys!" you shouted to Bradley where he was already unloading the back of the Bronco, and he tossed them to you. As quickly as you could, you hauled Noah up to the front porch and got him into the bathroom without incident. "You feel better?" you asked, and he nodded at you.

"Yeah. Mostly because there were no bears at the lake."

You had to stifle your laughter. This child was the sweetest thing you'd ever encountered in your life. "Told you that Daddy wasn't lying about the bears. What was your favorite part of the weekend?" you asked as you helped him wash his hands.

"The worms."

Once again, you wanted to laugh, because you didn't even need to leave the backyard to find worms, let alone drive hours away to an enormous lake. "Don't tell Daddy that," you mumbled as you walked out of the bathroom to see Bradley dumping bags and boxes in the hallway.

"I think we overpacked," he said as he headed outside for more. "If we go on another family vacation, I'm supervising the packing, because now I know you can't be trusted with it."

"When we go on another family vacation," you called after him. You rolled your eyes and headed to the kitchen to start making spaghetti for dinner. Then you grinned as you set Noah up with a coloring book at the table. You kissed his soft hair and said, "Don't forget to remind your dad that you still want a dog, okay?"

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When Bradley took a minute to actually sort through the mail from Friday, he found the invitation to Admiral Bates' retirement party. A black tie formal at the San Diego Botanic Gardens. It was in less than two weeks, and his wife wanted it to be a surprise for him. Bradley would have to get his dress whites dry cleaned before then, but it would be harder to convince you to buy a gown. If you even wanted to go with him.

At the moment, you were reading a bedtime story on Noah's floor and teaching him how to sound out the words. God, Bradley was fucking obsessed with how patient and sweet you were. Noah was snuggled up in your lap, looking at the book and saying the word castle when Bradley walked in. Wordlessly, he sat on the edge of Noah's bed and watched his son work through all the words on the page with your help.

Maybe you'd get pregnant right away. Bradley didn't know if he'd be able to handle the excitement. He could spend a weekend getting the other bedroom set up as a nursery when it was time. When Meredith was pregnant, she only took him to one ultrasound appointment, but this time, if it happened, he'd beg you to let him go to all of them. Or as many as he could if he wasn't deployed.

"Daddy?" you asked, handing Noah up to him.

Bradley was shaken from his very pleasant thoughts by his son in his arms. He smiled and kissed Noah while he yawned before turning and getting him tucked in. "I still want a dog," Noah mumbled as he rolled onto his side, and Bradley shot you a dirty look.

"What?" you asked innocently as you abruptly stood and headed for the door. You were off down the hallway, running to yours and his bedroom, but Bradley was right on your tail.

He caught you in his arms as you laughed. "You know, all you've done since you got here is completely wreck our routine," he growled next to your ear as he held you tight. "You've literally destroyed our former way of life."

"What?" you gasped, trying to look up at him.

"You heard me," he whispered, kissing your hair. "You've got Noah reading books and eating homemade meals. You've turned me into a complete fucking mess with your glossy lips and your smile and your little dresses. And you have absolutely no regard for the fact that I get an erection whenever I smell wildflowers."

You were all giggles now as he carried you to the bed. "It's your fault for being such a Daddy," you whispered with a grin.

He set you down, and you lounged back against the pillows, your dress resting high on your thighs. Then he pulled the folded up invitation out of his back pocket and handed it to you as he climbed in bed too. "You wanna go with me?" he asked as you read it.

When your eyes darted up to meet his, you whispered, "I've never been to a black tie event before."

"Then you'll need a dress. Where's your phone?"

You bit your lip. "In the kitchen."

"Use mine," he replied, unlocking it and handing it to you with a new internet tab all ready for you to start shopping. "Order some dresses. And go to the mall after work one day this week if you want."

You took his phone but hesitantly said, "If I'm only going to wear it one time, I don't even know what to buy."

"Get whatever you want, Princess," he coaxed. "Maybe something purple?"

"Maybe..." you muttered as Bradley rolled you onto your belly in the middle of the bed. He watched over your shoulder as you started scrolling through some dresses, and he was practically salivating, because they would all look incredible on you. "Purple would be pretty."

"Mmhmm," he hummed, running his hands up the backs of your thighs and pushing your dress up around your waist. You glanced back at him as he carefully started to pull your underwear down.

"What are you doing?" you asked with a little smirk as he inched your underwear down your legs and set them on the bed.

He ran his big hands back up to your ass and bent to kiss you there. He could just see a glimpse of your pretty pussy as he kissed along the top of your thigh. "Exactly what you want me to do. But only if you order a dress."

When you turned back to his phone, he ran his mustache along your perfect, soft skin. You were flawless, partly because of your age, but also because of how attractive you were. He was never going to tire of listening to your breath hitch when he touched you like his. He kneaded and palmed the globes of your ass, teasing down to your pussy with his thumbs until you whimpered.

He tasted your skin everywhere, his tongue delving into your wetness as he pushed your legs further apart. You lifted yourself up onto your knees slightly, and he let you get away with it so he could taste more of you. But when you started to grind back against his face, he stilled you with his hands.

"Did you pick out a dress yet?" he asked, licking the taste of your pussy from his mustache.

Your voice was quivering slightly. "I like this one, but it's expensive," you told him, holding up his phone. It was purple and two pieces with a fluffy Princess skirt. The top was covered in beads and would show off the tiniest bit of your waist all the way around. He was practically drooling just thinking about how much fun he'd have pushing all that fabric up to get to you.

"Order it," he groaned before literally sinking his teeth into your ass and gently biting you so you squealed for him. "Order it right now, and I'll spank you and then fuck you."

"Okay," you moaned, and a minute later, you tossed his phone next to your underwear. "I ordered it." Bradley kissed you all over your ass before collecting you in his arms and draping you over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.

And just like last time, you loved it. He could tell. Every time his palm met your perfect body, you moaned his name and rubbed yourself against his thigh. Your skin felt warm as he soothed you and then spanked you again and again. "You're a good girl when you use the credit card," he crooned before dipping two fingers inside your pussy without warning.

"Daddy!" you nearly shrieked, grinding back on his hand. He finger fucked you hard before withdrawing and then spanking you with his wet hand. The slapping noise and your reaction to him had him on the verge as he pulled you upright.

There were tears in your eyes and a soft smile on your face as you let him kiss your lips. He stroked his thumb along your cheek and whispered, "Get on your hands and knees."

You nodded and scrambled onto the bed, and he stood there and admired the sight before him. You were all round ass and soaking wet pussy as you pressed your cheek to the bedding and whined, "Bradley." He carefully unzipped his jeans, yanked them down, and thrust all the way inside you. The gentle hiss and soft groan as he filled you let him know you felt good.

He let you have a few slow strokes before he grabbed you by the hips. Then he fucked you harder as you turned your head to bury your cries. A formal dress. A baby. A wife. He could think about little else besides you at the moment as he fucked you until he unloaded inside you with your name on his lips.

Bradley knew he was a little rough as his hips continued to jerk, fucking his cum deeper. You lifted your face away from the bedding and started to crawl away from him, giving him a beautiful view of your pussy leaking his cum.

"I'm sorry, Baby," he mumbled, shaking his head and climbing into the bed next to you. "I'm sorry I was a little rough." He was about to ask you if you wanted him to get you off with his mouth or his hands when you very gently reached for his face.

"I like it when you're rough," you whispered, voice full of emotion. "I like it when you're gentle with me, too. I love everything. I love living here with you in our house." You snuggled in closer to him and let your chin rest on his shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you too, Princess."

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Getting back into your work routine was hard after taking a few days off and sleeping in with Bradley each morning. Dr. Kelly even joked that you looked too well rested. "How was the lake?" she asked, and you immediately thought about Bradley untying your bathing suit on the boat.

"Great," you replied as casually as you could. "Noah had the best weekend. Once we convinced him there were no bears at Big Bear Lake."

Her eyes went wide as she reached for some latex gloves and followed you toward an exam room. "Could you imagine if he actually saw one?"

You shook your head immediately. "Don't even want to think about it."

As the afternoon wore on, you realized your butt was still sore, and you were hungry for ants on logs. And this was all because you were in love with being in love with the Bradshaw boys. When you took a short break and checked your phone, there was a text from Bradley.

Bradley Bradshaw: Hey, I'll be late today. Need to take care of some things at work. Can you pick Noah up?

You let him know you'd be happy to get Noah, and then you realized that maybe you'd get to see Casey, too. You were still giddy at the prospect of annoying her when you arrived at the daycare only to find Geena, the older teacher at the front desk.

She greeted you warmly and then asked you for your ID. "I know that Casey probably knows you by now, and she's usually out here in the afternoons. But since she left a little early today, I'll just need to check your drivers license."

"No problem," you told her with a smile as you pulled it out of your wallet for her to inspect. She had you sign the sheet on the clipboard and then she vanished to get Noah. You wondered how late Bradley would be, but he never responded to your text when you asked him. Then Noah came running out, and you bent to scoop him up in your arms.

"Mommy, we painted seashells today!" he gushed, holding up a ziplock bag with his name on it filled with colorful shells.

"Noah! They're beautiful!" you told him as you waved goodbye to Geena and took him out to your car. "Do you want to turn them into a craft for Daddy when we get home?"

"Yeah!"

An hour later, you were still in your scrubs from work, making dinner while Noah glued some of the smaller shells onto a sheet of construction paper. You stopped what you were doing occasionally to help him arrange the shells to spell DADDY. "Looking good," you told him as he sounded out the letters. He loved reading, and you loved how excited he got.

You kissed his forehead and then checked your phone as it vibrated on the counter. But when you saw it was your coworker trying to plan a happy hour, you set it down and sighed. You weren't sure if you should make a plate of food for Bradley or not. He'd probably be starving when he got home, so you decided to leave a serving out on the counter for him while you and Noah ate together. But you ended up just picking at your food. You hadn't heard from Bradley in hours.

"Wanna get changed for bed?" you asked Noah after dinner. He went racing off to his bedroom and dug around in his drawer for his dinosaur pajamas. When he put the shirt on backwards, you helped him switch it around.

"I want a snack," he told you just as you heard the front door open. Your heart leapt as you and he raced into the living room. Bradley looked exhausted in his rumpled uniform, and he was carrying a light blue box in one hand.

"Hey, Bub," he said, kneeling so Noah could hug him. "You have a good day?"

"I made you a craft!"

Bradley looked up at you and smiled a little hesitantly. "Sorry I'm late," he mumbled as Noah yanked on his arm until he stood. He kissed your cheek as he was led into the kitchen, and Noah showed him the construction paper that was absolutely saturated with drying glue and seashells. "Wow! I love this! I think we need to let it dry overnight though."

"That's what Mommy said," Noah replied as Bradley set him down in one of the chairs.

"What's in the box?" you asked. He opened it up to reveal a whole variety of pastries. Cookies, cupcakes, brownies and even a donut shaped like a crown. Now you felt bad for being a little annoyed with his lack of communication all afternoon and evening.

Noah reached into the box, and Bradley snatched up the donut before he could get to it. "This one's yours."

"Thanks," you whispered before biting into it. The outside melted in your mouth, and the inside was filled with rich cream. It was delicious. Bradley leaned down to lick the corner of your mouth, and you felt your cheeks grow warm.

But once Noah was asleep, Bradley took a quick shower alone and collapsed into bed. "I'm fucking beat today," he said with an enormous yawn. "You ready for bed?"

"Yeah," you agreed as he pulled the blanket over himself, and after you took a long shower he was already asleep. So you just snuggled in next to him, and eventually you fell asleep, too.

The following morning, Bradley was still sound asleep when your alarm went off, something that never happened. "Daddy," you whispered, shaking him and kissing his cheek. "Wake up." He just grunted at you and rolled over. "Seriously?" you muttered, rolling out of bed since you could hear Noah in the bathroom. You changed into clean scrubs and skipped makeup since Noah was bugging for breakfast as soon as he saw you.

"Eggs or cereal?" you asked him once you had him dressed for the day.

"Cereal," he replied. "And can I have another cookie? From the blue box?"

"We'll see," you said, setting him up with breakfast and then going back to find Bradley half dressed in his flight suit and messing with his phone. "You're up."

His eyes met yours, and he tucked his phone in his pocket. "Yeah. Sorry, I don't know why I was so tired. Can you drop Noah off so I'm not late?"

You nodded, and he cupped your cheek in his big hand. "Thanks, Princess." Then he grabbed the travel mug of coffee you made for him and took a protein bar and a cookie. With a quick kiss to Noah's head, he was out the front door.

"Daddy had a cookie," Noah whined. "I want one, too."

You realized there was no point in arguing with him if Bradley was the one setting a bad example, so you carried the pastry box over to the table. You noticed it was from Sweet Dreams Bakery which was all the way across the city. Noah managed to snag two cookies as you stood there with the box open in a daze. Why was Bradley on the other side of San Diego yesterday? It was mostly residential over there.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath. You'd be late if you didn't get Noah in the car in the next few minutes. You quickly made yourself lunch and grabbed everything he would need before hauling him out to the car. You gently swiped cookie crumbs from his face and clothes as you buckled him in. "I'll drop you off quickly, and then Daddy will pick you up later, okay?"

Noah just nodded as he smiled. He would probably be on a sugar high within the hour, but at least he would be someone else's problem to deal with then. And you quickly learned that he would be Casey's problem to deal with when you took him inside and realized that you looked like a nightmare compared to her today. She was wearing an outfit so cute, you kind of wished you had one just like it. And she smiled maliciously at you.

"Good morning, Noah," she said sweetly as she practically tossed the clipboard in your direction. She walked him into the classroom as you signed your name and put the date and time.

"Thanks," you mumbled, handing the clipboard back to her when she reappeared.

"You know, I'm a little surprised it's you dropping him off today instead of Bradley. I mean, Lieutenant Bradshaw." She looked so smug you wanted to scream and smear her perfect makeup.

But you stood there and calmly said, "We've already been over this. I'll be dropping Noah off and picking him up as well now. Indefinitely."

"Okay," she replied, barely paying any attention to you as she opened up a light blue pastry box identical to the one in your kitchen. "You keep telling yourself that."

You swallowed hard and looked between her face and the box one more time before you turned on your heel and rushed back out to your car.

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What's up, Daddy? And why? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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ddejavvu · 11 months

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Steve telling off everyone, nearly getting into his old ‘king Steve’ ways, whenever they make fun of bimbo!reader for not understanding something. But if you ever get upset at his harsh scolding look, whether he’s using it against some assholes, or the kids when they’re misbehaving, he’ll immediately soften up and apologise, kissing your nose before butting it gently with his own, and promising he’s never mad at you. Which you know because your Stevie is always so kind with you! Even though you’re a bit sensitive, he knows what helps you feel best, and you’re always so good at helping him when he’s reminded of his upside down time, always so empathetic and soft and reminding him of what he’s got.

But he treats you all the time. He lives for treating bimbo!reader. He buys you whatever food you want, even if you don’t ask, he’s bouncing a twirl of your hair he’s caught in his finger and asking if you’re hungry. His pants don’t even twitch when you’ve always got a lollipop in your mouth, he just gets so happy at seeing you squeal and light up when he buys you a new bag of them, and he loves the sweet taste of your lips afterwards too! And if there’s something pretty you wanna wear in store, all you have to do is look at it for longer than 7 seconds, and he’s putting it around his arm, holding it out like a waiter as he wraps more dresses, and crop tops, and jackets over it, dangling a necklace from his fingers too. Which you kiss as you bend to put away a pair of shoes, since Steve was already buying you so much. Steve brings them back after work the next day. He always wears the bracelet you made him, every single day. Even if it’s slightly your style but you tried to make it like his, no matter what, he can’t be separated from it

And he’s always cuddling you. He loves you so much, and he loves how you’re never scared to show him your love too! How you’ll always be affectionate with him, no matter what. It makes him feel cared for. And he’ll always be told off by Robin for giving you so many smooches right on top of the till. But how can his poor heart resist when you pout at him with those glossy lips and ask “Kissy? Please Stevie, kissy?”

firmly believe steve is still just as big of a bitch as he was in s1 he just balanced it out with his goober side, so he'd absolutely whip out the nastiest, bitchiest insult if anyone dared talk shit about you. but sometimes he goes too far, and you rein him back in by going 'Stevie!' and he snaps out of it and looks over at you with his pretty brown eyes already apologetic, and he tugs you closer with his arm around your shoulders to say sorry. he nuzzles your noses together and plants a kiss to your face, promising to be nicer next time.

and yeah, sometimes you have the chance to reciprocate his protectiveness on his bad days! sometimes he gets flashbacks or awful memories bubbling to the surface and you smooth your hands over his cheeks, run your fingers through his hair, rub his back, kiss his face, and promise that he's safe now, with you, and he's never going back there.

he loooves buying you food, not just 'cause he can mooch off of you but because you'll actually feed it to him!! he adores letting you feed him forkfuls of noodles, and yes he's always stocking you up on sweets so that he can kiss the sugar off of your lips.

Clothes are even more exciting for him to buy you! It’s almost like he’s a kid playing with Barbies, rushing through the store and stockpiling whatever you want just to slip into a dressing room with you and kiss you through the neck of the dress you’re trying to slide over your head. And you wear all of the stuff that he gets you, so he wears what you get him. Yes his little bracelet that he can’t live without, it’s always around his left wrist ‘cause he says he wants it closer to his heart :’)

I think robin’s just jealous Steve gets to kiss pretty girls over the counter the whole time </3 he definitely gets in trouble, but he’d get fired if it meant he could kiss you forever in the break room <333

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merbear25 · 2 months

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A date to remember

You would have never guessed you'd end up fancying them. Debating whether or not to confront your crush would be a difficult dicision for anyone. Now add the extra pressure of them being apart of the Donquixote family, and you're in for an emotional rollercoaster.

CW: SFW, fluff, headcanons, gn!reader

Doflamingo, Caesar, Corazon

pt 1, pt 2

Doflamingo: As intimidating as he is, you were still caught in his web. Being shy about asking him would not fair well for you—you'd need to hold your head high and ask with confidence. Oh, he agreed to it! Oh...oh no.

You end up choosing between live entertainment and logic based:

War reenactment: Choosing a reenactment that was particularly engrossing might just make him forget that it's not real. Be sure to choose one with the highest reviews too. This could range from a wide-range of history, giving you much to consider.

Escape room: Not many would willingly lock themselves in a room with him, but this offered you a unique experience to share with him: solve the puzzle and best whomever thought they'd be able to trick you two.

After all is said and done, you'd have quite the stories and inside jokes to share between yourselves. Depending on your choice for these particular activities, he'd grant you with a feverish kiss―leaving you wanting more.

Caesar: He can be a tad sporadic when it comes to his personal feelings, but you seem to have come across him on a genuinely good day. You take your shot. He stares at you, scanning your face for your true intentions but lets his curiosity take over. So, yay?

You decide on something experimental:

Testing limits with high voltage: Gather a large amount of toys which are battery operated. Be sure to have a wide range of what the toys can actually do. Wire them up, see which ones start popping, smoking, and catch fire with different voltage levels.

Punkin chunkin: Pumpkins are pretty common to use for this activity, but why should you limit yourselves? Use items that may give you the messiest results! The most distructive! The most outright bizarre items to chuck into the air to create fun memories.

Once you both have had you fill of destruction and chaos for the time being, the excitement of it all would still be fresh. Laughing about some of the results, he'd suggest how you can make changes for next time. Wait, next time?

Corazon: Despite him being as preoccupied as he was, you couldn't hold back your feelings for him any longer. He's incredibly genuine, so when you confess your feelings, he blushes like mad. When you ask him out, he'd be flustered but still happily accept. Can't wait, right?

You come to something thoughtful:

Arcade/Retro arcade bar: You two would favor the games that were two player, of course. Even if he turned out to be better than you at the games, he'd let you win. On single players, you'd cheer each other on and try to top each other's scores. At the end of the date, you'd use your tickets to purchase prizes for the other.

Cooking for each other and having a movie night at home: Quality time is something he'd love to spend with you. Creating a meal together would be so romantic that he'd find it hard to stop smiling. Cuddling with a movie afterwards would make him melt and be ideal for kissing.

The night concluded in the most perfect way he could have imagined. Which ever option you decided on, he'd lean in a bit closer to give you the chance to show him you're interested in kissing. If you are, he'd love to show his appreciation. If not, a warm hug would do nicely.

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beomgyuslilracha · 1 year

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the ceo's son ✧.*

⊹ pairing: choi soobin x f! reader

⊹ genre: strangers to ... friends (?) ... potential lovers (?)

⊹ warnings: none. maybe like one swear word, and a very brief unaliving joke

⊹ wc: 3.6k+

summary: you've been an intern at c company for roughly over four months now - directly under the ceo as his assistant. everything was going perfectly: you were saving up money to attend uni next year, and you knew that you were under the ceo's good graces to receive a great recommendation when the time came! in fact, he took a liking to you so much that he'd often joke that he wanted to set you up with his son.

at least ... you thought it was a joke.

as per every morning, just as you've been doing for the past four months, you were found riding up the elevator to the top floor with a coffee carrier in hand — one for the ceo himself, mr. choi, one for his official assistant, mr. jeong, and, lastly, one for yourself.

at first, you only picked up coffees to kiss up to the two when you first started, then it simply became a habit and part of your routine. to no one's complaint, of course, since the two men definitely looked forward to their morning coffee from you.

you reached mr. choi's office in no time and knocked three times, waiting for the faint "come in" before entering.

"delivery!" you cheered upon entering, raising the carrier and watching as both men's faces lit up in excitement.

despite these men being drastically older than you, you still couldn't help but to compare yourself to a momma bird feeding her little chicks with large cups of americanos.

"ahh, my morning just got brighter now that you've walked in," mr. choi chuckled, sipping happily from his straw.

"you flatter me, mr. choi," you chuckled back, setting your drink on a coaster before folding the coffee carrier and placing it into the recycling bin beside the door.

after a few minutes of silent drinking, you got straight to work.

following mr. jeong's guidance, you began to organize the files that were drafted from their latest business meeting. since you were merely an intern, most information was to remain confidential due to the company's privacy policy. although, after proving your efficiency and loyalty, you were slowly entrusted with more sensitive material the longer you worked alongside mr. choi.

you still weren't allowed into the meetings just yet, but you did organize most of the paperwork that resulted from them afterwards.

mr. jeong, as mr. choi's official assistant, handled the more serious work, but you did assist both men with the simpler tasks to help ease their workload.

in a matter of only an hour, you finished sorting through the files as you had been tasked.

upon seeing this, as well as the amazing work you've done, mr. choi let out a satisfied sigh. "what would we do without you, miss y/n?"

you let out a giggle at his dramatics. "your company would fall apart without me here to sort your paperwork, sir," you joked, earning a hearty laughter from the man in return.

despite your time at the company being only four months, you were able to develop a lovely, professional relationship with mr. choi. even though most of the employees were slightly intimidated by the man, due to his position as their chairman, you were able to see that he was truly just an old sweetheart.

"ah, my son would be so lucky to have you!"

and there it was.

any chance he got, mr. choi would promote his son to you like a product - wishing for the two of you to meet and practically marry on the spot.

your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"that's very kind of you, mr. choi," you responded simply, not wanting to accidentally trigger any ideas in the man's head.

you were sure he was most definitely joking, though, considering he never went any further than the passing comments. hell, you didn't even know a single thing about his son — at least, nothing other than "you'd love the boy", according to his father.

after a few minutes of silence, with you tidying the office to pass the time until your next task, mr. choi called for your attention.

"what are your plans for lunch, miss y/n?" he had asked, earning a confused look on your part.

"er, nothing special, sir. i'll probably just be in the lounge downstairs with the other employees," you replied.

"so you'll be free to join me then, yes?"

join him? mr. choi? the chairman himself? ... alone for lunch?

in all your time that you've been working with him, he had never once asked you to lunch before. as confused as you were, you felt it would be far too rude to deny his invitation.

despite knowing that he was a nice man, you still were also a tad bit intimidated by his title.

"of course, sir, i'd be honored," you finally answered, watching as his eyes lit up excitedly.

"perfect! let me just make a quick call." he excused himself and left the room, your eyes following after him as he seemed to be rapidly dialing on his way out.

mr. jeong was chuckling off to the side, seemingly shaking his head.

did he know something you didn't?

just as you were about to ask, he then called for your assistance to help edit a spreadsheet that one of the lower employees sent in. now distracted with the task at hand, you had long forgotten about the thought at the back of your head.

・❥・

you had completely forgotten about your new lunch plans entirely, up until mr. choi himself suddenly asked if you were ready to go.

"go where?" you blurted, blinking at the man in confusion as you held new files in your hand. you had gotten so engrossed with work that you hadn't kept track of the time at all.

"to lunch, of course! i already have a reservation for us, so let's be off before we're late." mr. choi grabbed the files from your hand and rested them on his desk. with a simple guiding gesture, you then followed him out of the office and towards the elevators.

you couldn't help but find yourself in a bit of a dazed state, still surprised at the idea of joining the company's ceo casually for lunch.

certainly there was no special occasion that called for such a matter? your agreement to assist him wouldn't end until your acceptance into uni, so this couldn't be a celebration of any sort either.

perhaps you were just overthinking. maybe mr. choi really just chose to extend an entirely innocent invitation to lunch.

after having been driven by mr. jeong, you found yourself arriving at a far too fancy place to consider this meal an innocent invitation.

then again ... he was the chairman of an entire company after all, so he could afford to eat such expensive meals whenever he chose.

but to invite you? a measly intern?

you silently followed behind mr. choi as he lead you inside, leading you over to the hostess counter to give his name for the reservation.

"ah, mr. choi! the first of your party has already arrived, so i'll escort you to your table," the hostess bowed respectfully, heading towards the private dining area of the restaurant.

wait a minute ... the first of your party? he invited someone else?

mr. choi looked back at you excitedly, even daring to wiggle his eyebrows.

now what the hell was that supposed to mean?

you reluctantly followed behind the chairman and the hostess, not prepared to meet whoever this mysterious first of your party was. the knots in your stomach were churning uncomfortably, suddenly incredibly nervous the closer you got to the private room.

maybe this was a business meeting? but wouldn't he have briefed you on the matter beforehand?

all these thoughts were running through your head, but none of the possibilities you imagined came close to the reality.

"there he is!" mr. choi suddenly announced excitedly upon entering the room.

you stepped in and immediately landed your eyes upon the incredibly handsome boy that was already seated at the table. your jaw involuntarily dropped a little in surprise, now looking over at the chairman to see the mischievous grin glued onto his face as he met your eyes.

"miss y/n, please, let me introduce you to my son, choi soobin."

the boy at the table stood up at the introduction, now revealing the incredible amount of height that he had to him. you suddenly felt so much tinier than before.

"it's nice to meet you," soobin greeted, extending his hand politely to you.

unable to think properly, you suddenly found yourself bent over at a complete 90 degrees. "it's very nice to meet you as well!" you answered, perhaps a little too loudly from your nerves.

"nonsense, no need to be so formal, miss y/n," mr. choi laughed. "look at my boy, didn't i tell you he was handsome?"

you stood up straight and met eyes with the now extremely red-faced boy, who was squeezing his lips together so tightly in embarrassment - popping out his extremely adorable dimples in the process.

"he clearly takes after you, sir," you found yourself responding, still wanting to make a good impression in front of the man.

although, you made sure to keep your response vague enough to suppress yourself from having to outright admit that you found the boy far more handsome than his father ever described.

your answer worked, of course, seeing as the chairman was suddenly bashful from your words.

"ya, soobin! where are your manners, huh?" mr. choi suddenly exclaimed, looking pointedly at the confused boy.

now blushing even more in embarrassment, soobin rushed to pull out a chair from the table and gestured for you to take a seat.

secretly wishing you were anywhere else other than here, you slowly came forward and took the seat being offered.

mr. choi gestured for soobin to sit in the chair directly across from you, now causing you to find sudden interest in the tableware in order to avoid making eye contact.

"i'll handle the meal with the hostess, you two can go ahead and get acquainted!" mr. choi encouraged, sending the two of you a wink before exiting the room, thus leaving you both in an incredibly awkward silence.

after roughly five minutes, with both of you twiddling with the chopsticks while you waited, soobin suddenly cleared his throat and gained your attention.

"i'm, uh ... i'm sorry about my father," he started, his face reddening more at the acknowledgement.

you shook your head, letting out a breathy laugh. "it's alright, no worries. he talks about you any chance he gets, so i suppose this was inevitable."

soobin dropped his face into his hands, groaning at your words. this only made you laugh more. you felt a little better knowing that the idea embarrassed him just as much as it did you.

after he put down his hands, he sent you a playful scowl at the sight of you laughing. you then began to take a long sip of water, avoiding his eyes to pretend you totally weren't laughing at him just a moment ago.

"he talked about you too, you know. said you'd make the perfect wife."

in a matter of seconds, soobin was suddenly found squatting beside you with a rather large hand softly patting your back - trying to soothe you after having quite literally choked on water from his words.

the perfect what now?

"are you okay?" soobin asked softly, looking up at you with concern from where he was still knelt beside you.

at this point, you couldn't tell if your face was red from the choking or if you were blushing at soobin's actions. either one was a very high possibility.

you could only nod, though not very reassuringly since you were still coughing.

after maybe two more minutes, soobin went back to his seat when you assured him that you were fine. taking small, slow sips of water helped a lot - despite it being the culprit behind the attack in the first place.

"so is it okay to laugh now?' soobin asked, breaking into a playful smirk when you looked up at him.

"no, it's not!" you pouted. "i could have died."

regardless of your words, your exaggerated comment ended up making soobin laugh adorably anyway.

suddenly, when the door opened, you had expected to see mr. choi entering the room after having been gone for so long. you were surprised, though, to see it was a pair of men, followed by the hostess, entering with a rather large array of food.

"please enjoy your meal!" the hostess told the both of you, bowing.

"oh! no- shouldn't we wait for mr. choi before we begin?" you asked out loud, looking between soobin and the hostess.

"ah, mr. choi took his leave earlier. he covered the meal for the two of you and said to eat well," the hostess suddenly explained, leaving you to stare at her wide-eyed in shock.

he left?!

okay, first of all, he was your ride. and second of all, he left you with a complete stranger!

the stranger was his son, sure, but still?! you didn't know him!

your mouth was still hanging open as the hostess left the room, leaving you and soobin to sit in silence once again.

you knew mr. choi had been teasing about getting you and his son together for some time now, but you never imagined the man would be serious about it. and to leave you alone with him after your first meeting?

"again, i'm very sorry about my father," soobin spoke up, squeezing his lips together again while staring down at the food.

"no, no, don't be sorry, it's not your fault," you were quick to reassure him, realizing how rude you must appear looking so shocked in front of the very person you were left alone with. "i'm just a little blindsided, that's all."

"if it helps, so am i."

wanting to simply get over the awkward matter, and after soobin insisted you start first, you both began to enjoy the meal before it ended up getting cold.

mr. choi kindly paid for your expensive meal, so it would have been incredibly disrespectful to let it go to waste.

"so do you not work for your dad?" you found yourself asking, hoping to make casual conversation with the boy to pass the time comfortably while you ate.

soobin shook his head, finishing his bite before replying. "no, actually. my older brother will be the one to take over the company, so i'm just in uni for now."

"oh? i didn't even know you had siblings; your father only ever talked about you." his face turned red again. "ah- i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's okay, i'm just ... embarrassed," he laughed shyly. "i'm sure everything he said was exaggerated."

"i'm sure that's not true! i mean, you're definitely far more handsome than he gave you credit for."

...

now why in the hell would you go and open your mouth like that?

the both of you froze and turned a deep shade of red, but perhaps for different reasons.

you were most definitely embarrassed, wishing that you could simply crawl into a hole and die in that very moment for admitting that directly to his face. on the other hand, you could only assume that soobin was also embarrassed, but in the weirded out way that someone he didn't know would say that to him.

"i ... i didn't-" you began to stutter, your mouth feeling incredibly dry.

"he only told me that you were pretty; i didn't expect you to be so beautiful," he suddenly spoke up.

oh God, why was your heart racing so fast? was the room always this hot? shit, why did your face feel a hundred degrees hotter than the rest of your body?

now what were you supposed to say to that?!

thank you?? a denial??

the two of you continued to eat in silence, suddenly not knowing a single word to say to each other - though still blushing profusely.

a sudden ringtone erupted from soobin's phone, putting a brief end to the silence, and, as he lifted up to see who it was, you were able to catch a brief glimpse of the name "kai >3<" on the screen before he rejected it.

"if it's important, you can answer it," you told him, watching as he locked the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"hm? ah, no, it's not." he waved his hand to assure you. "it's just my friend, kai. he probably just wants to ask how you- uh ..." he trailed off, his eyes widening as he caught on to what he was just about to admit. "um, to- to ask how i ... am. he checks on me often."

you bit your lip in a failed attempt to hide the bright smile that overtook your face.

he told his friend about you?

as if he wasn't cute enough already ...

"how sweet of him," you teased, pulling your eyes away and taking another bite of food.

"anyway," soobin spoke, making you giggle at how he was not-so-subtly trying to change the subject. "what do you do?"

you blinked, confused. "i-"

"work with my dad, i knew that," he finished for you quickly, facepalming himself in embarrassment. he just could not catch a break today.

you broke into a fit of giggles. he was just so cute without even trying.

"what are you studying at uni?" you decided to ask, doing him the favor of steering the conversation.

"i'm just getting my basics for now; i haven't completely decided what i wanted to go into next."

from there on, you and soobin ended up enjoying both the conversation and food together. you were even surprised with a cheesecake from the hostess to share later on, where soobin cutely offered you the entire strawberry on top.

wanting to be fair, you simply cut the strawberry in half and placed the bigger half onto his plate.

overall, he ended up making you laugh a lot the entire afternoon, to which you realized you hadn't done in a long time. even amongst your group of friends, you never found yourself with your stomach and cheeks hurting from laughing so much as you did in this one afternoon with soobin.

you ended up being surprised with how much you genuinely enjoyed spending time with the ceo's son. in fact, time had flown by so quickly without either of you even realizing.

it wasn't until mr. choi had sent a message to soobin, asking him to bring his intern back to him, before either of you took notice of the time - now fully aware that it had been an entire hour past your lunch break.

to which soobin also realized that he just accidentally ditched an entire class.

"i can share a cab with you back to work?" soobin suggested once you left the restaurant, after being sure to thank the hostess sincerely for her attentive and kind service.

"no, no, i don't want you to miss a second class already," you teased, earning a dimply smile in return.

"what's one more class? i'd rather make sure that you got back safe," he insisted.

was it appropriate to cry over how cute he was being? you couldn't believe how little things he did affected you so much ... and you only just met him.

was it appropriate to strangle your boss for putting you in this situation?

and with his son, no less?!

"don't be silly! mr. choi will end up scolding me if you start falling behind in your classes," you told him, playfully pushing him away as he had taken a step closer to you.

"please, it's more realistic that he'll scold me for letting you go back alone."

you contemplated the thought in your head, and you realized that he was probably more accurate in his assumption than you were. it was his father, after all, so obviously he knew him better.

either way, you definitely couldn't ride back in a cab with him, or, rather, you refused to. you desperately needed time to yourself to recuperate from the amount of swooning you did today.

"fine, if you won't let me go with you, then you have to give me your number so i can make sure you made it back safely."

despite his confident words, you couldn't help but to giggle at the giveaway that were his incredibly red ears. your heart skipped a little anyway, and you were probably blushing more obviously than he was.

he handed his phone over to allow you to type in your number, making sure to save it before calling you a cab.

once it arrived, he very sweetly opened the cab door for you. "you sure i can't come with you?" he asked one last time, his incredibly cute dimples showing almost making you give in.

"you still have classes to get to, mister," you fake scolded, pointing at him playfully. "i better not find out you missed another one."

soobin let out a laugh at your words, shaking his head. you were far too adorable to be taken seriously, but he would listen to you anyway.

"fine then. get back safely, alright?"

you nodded in response, now leaving you both to stand there awkwardly once more.

unbeknownst to the other, you both secretly craved to go in for a hug goodbye, but ended up convincing yourselves out of it at the last second. afraid that it was too soon, you opted for an even more awkward handshake instead.

soobin held the door open for you and carefully hovered his hand over your head, ensuring that you didn't accidentally bump your head on the way in.

after he exchanged quick words with the driver - to which you later discovered that he had paid for your fare - you both waved goodbye to each other from the window before watching the other slowly grow smaller after you were driven away.

your heart was pounding so hard the entire drive back, or, at least, up until you remembered where you were returning to. then you were groaning, not prepared for the interrogation that mr. choi surely had in store for you.

although, if you thought you weren't prepared for that, you most definitely weren't prepared for mr. choi calling you "my future daughter-in-law!" the second you entered the room.

why...

why did he have to be the ceo's son?

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a/n:

AAAAHHHHH !!! okay, so i wanted my first oneshot to be with soobin - to make up for the lack of content that i gave him in the txtstaff! imagine - but i didn't expect to be 10 words off from 3.7k when i started it.... i'm a little iffy about how it came out, though. i mean, i like how it turned out, but i also feel like it's not enough. maybe i'll do a second part? maybe not? idk .. if anyone wants a continuation, i'll definitely work on it, but i might just end up working on others instead. anyway! if anyone ends up reading, pls lmk what you think and leave notes so that i can cry happily about receiving even the most little bit of attention <3 much love to soob!! (i'm sorry i didn't want to kiss on the first unofficial date ... the timing just wasn't right ... or realistic... maybe next time)

also i'm posting way too much way too quickly ... i might end up taking a small break after this, that way i don't annoy anyone from my constant spam of posts. in this way, it'll give me more time to write more content as well!

#tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together imagine #tomorrow x together imagines #txt #txt imagine #txt imagines #choi soobin #choi soobin x reader #soobin #soobin x reader #soobin imagines #choi soobin imagines

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lucidreamer-uwu · 2 years

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Being their seatmate: Brothers Edition

Link to Dateables Edition

Lucifer

Would be strict with you, saying that you should take class seriously every time you so much as look away from the professor.

Would take secret glances at you every once in a while. You were his motivation during the long days of school after all. And every time that you catch him staring, he brushes it off as "checking if you were still paying attention".

Secretly happy whenever the class is assigned to work in pairs with their seatmates.

Would stare at your other seatmate until they were uncomfortable whenever you start to talk to them instead of him in between classes. He was already sharing you with his brothers and even then you didn't spend as much time with him than the others because of the amount of responsibilities he has to take care of.

When you get bored and attempt to pass him notes, he takes it but immediately shoves it into his pocket without so much as a second glance your way. He thinks that you're cruel for making him hold back on reading what was on that single, flimsy piece of paper that you so inappropriately passed during class. If you were anyone else he'd burn that note right there and then. But it's you we're talking about. He can only resist you for so long. Only his pride held him back from breaking.

In the rare moments that you try to cheat in exams, looking oh so innocently at his paper, he will pretend not to notice.

Mammon

ALWAYS passes you notes.

More often than not is the one who gets caught and sent to detention. Sometimes you both get detention. In those occasions, you spend the time devising plans on how to weasel your way out of Lucifer's punishment afterwards.

You two are basically partners in crime trying to beat the boredom that your classes brought you everyday.

You two would also both try to get the other in trouble by being noticed by the professor as a game.

You'd both play tic tac toe, sos, hang man, any paper games you could think of from the human world and from the Devildom.

When you introduce him to truth or dare, he goes dare all the way just to avoid the chance of having to admit his feelings for you that way. If you were going to find out then he didn't want it to be this way! (spare him the embarrassment of already knowing, the poor bb might overheat)

Despite all the mischief you two make, he always at least tries not to distract you too much.

WILL shamelessly glance at your test paper for test answers. At times that you too don't know the answers, you share the single brain cell you both combined have into passing the exam.

Leviathan

He's one of those seatmates who takes your notebooks or any stationary you have and use it as if it was his own.

He likes to doodle anime characters on his notebooks. When he runs out of space, he takes yours. He also likes asking you what you thought about them. Your opinion means a lot to him after all. Even if he doesn't always admit it.

Tries to listen and focus in class but fails often and starts to daydream about anime and his games. Sometimes you catch his gaze landing on you too.

Passes you notes like Mammon but not as frequent.

A lot of times ends up playing games on his devices behind the subject's book and asks you to cover for him. He's been to detention once before when he asked Mammon to keep watch and he didn't want to receive Lucifer's punishment for it again. Unlike Mammon, he knew that he could trust you.

He rambles on and on about how your setting could be an anime scene because of the cliche deskmates to friends to lovers trope he always watches when you two first sat together.

WILL talk your ear off about manga, anime, cosplays, events, conventions, and the sort every chance he gets. And will definitely turn to you every single time to make anime references, which leaves you both giggling in the end.

Satan

Forgot your pencil? He's got you. Ballpoint pen? He brought extra just in case. Pad papers? An extra notebook? You can count on him. He also brings extra project supplies just in case you forget you needed some. He is a mega life saver. BUT he gives you a sermon about being more responsible every time. Not as much as Lucifer does though. And you're thankful for that.

He's had episodes of throwing a fit whenever the people that sat around him made him lose focus so students often avoided sitting near him. You knew this yet you choose to sit by his side every time. It makes him happy in the very least. And that's mostly why he liked to make sure to bring extra things for you. He didn't like the thought of you asking for anyone else's help either. He was afraid to lose you, but he never showed it.

MASTER AT TAKING DOWN NOTES. You know those times when you just can't keep up with scribbling your class notes while listening to instructions and trying to understand the lessons all the while making sure that you were still properly learning? While you're in that state, this perfect Mr. Smart feline addict is breezing through like it was nothing. He handles it like a pro. If anything, he was rather bored still, considering that he's already learned all the lessons beforehand.

Passes you notes in the event that it is related to the anti-lucifer league.

Has missed a class or two on account of cats involved.

Asmodeus

91% of the time is staring at himself in his compact mirror or phone camera trying to fix his make up, adoring himself, or taking pictures.

Asks you to take notes for him and make it look pretty so he could post it on devilgram.

Will also ask you to take selfies with him. He has to convince you that taking a few photos together won't be too bad that it'll get you both in detention. And if it was, then he'd just charm the professor into letting them off with a warning.

He rarely pays attention in class and often drifts into his own world. He also likes to pass you notes that contained LOTS of hearts and a single kiss mark with each one.

Makes plans for after class with you before the class even starts.

When he gets caught passing you notes, he resorts to texting you, making your phone vibrate in the pocket of your uniform.

Talks A LOT about make up and beauty products. Will also rant about how hard it is to be so perfectly stunning.

His phone is always blowing up with notifications from devilgram and his chats among other applications. It wasn't loud enough that the professor could hear it, but it was loud enough to distract you. And you've asked him to switch it to silent mode but he's always had some excuse to keep it on.

Plays with your hands under his table, tracing the creases in them and circling around your palm. He does not care if it was your dominant hand he was playing with when you were trying to take notes. He WANTS to play with your hand and you can't do anything to stop him.

Beelzebub

Constant crinkling of snack pack wrappers, chewing noises, stomach growling, and "MC you should try this one too, it's really good"s every half minute of the class.

You almost never get to focus when you sit next to the poor starved sixth born, but you can't blame him.

Crumbs WILL end up in your backpack, in between your notebooks, everywhere. It's not that he wasn't being considerate, he really does try to give you your space, but the poor bb can't help himself 😔

He's extremely happy that you sit with him despite his messy nature. So to show you his gratitude he always gets you your favorite drink or snack. He makes sure to bring lots just in case he can't hold himself while you were yet to arrive though. Sometimes you'll receive it and sometimes you'll receive an apology, followed by plans to make it up to you after class with a trip to hell's kitchen.

Absolutely LOVES it when you accept any snacks from him and vice versa. And when you agree to eat with him even during class, he couldn't be happier. But he didn't want it to get to the point where you both would get in trouble. That's the last thing he'd want.

Belphegor

He usually uses his backpack as a pillow, but since you're right next to him...

Uses your arm as a pillow. He makes sure that he steals your dominant hand's arm so that you wouldn't get the chance to pay attention in class. He wants all that attention for himself despite being asleep.

He has been pampered all of his life by his brothers and he's sick of it. But when it came to you, he wanted to be the center of attention 24/7 365.

He is mega needy for attention so he doesn't let you split it for even the class. His brothers have already told him off because of this behavior but being the little rebel he is, ignores their every sermon.

Will encourage you to take naps with him too. Especially when he notices that you haven't had a good night's sleep prior to class time. He says that he'll cover for you too. He knows how horrible it feels to not be able to get enough quality sleep, so he's willing to sacrifice some of his non-Lucifer classes for napping just so you could. (Awww the bb loves you♡)

He tutors you how to listen and understand the lessons while you're asleep so you could finally get more nap time together.

Has drooled on you before.

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munsster · 2 years

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love languages with billy hargrove

A/N: literally f*ck canon? that shite is ass and to me, billy is still very alive and maybe even thriving. anyways here’s a fluffy headcanon

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader

him not really understanding/knowing anything at all about love languages when you first get together

but it turns out, with you, he's a sucker for every single one of them

quality time is a given, but he doesn't even realize how warm he gets when you randomly call him or drop by his home or visit him while he's on duty

in his mind, he's like wtf why are u obsessed with me baby, but really, he's definitely the one who's obsessed

him getting back at you for all your surprise visits by crawling through your window????

like the sentiment is there, and he's so proud of himself for thinking of it, but you both know he did it to make out with you on your bed, right?

despite how hard he tries to hide his love for spontaneous nighttime drives and mini backyard picnics, you can tell by the way he holds back a smile that he wouldn't trade it for the world

also??? maybe you're not really a party person until he convinces you to come along, and the fact that you enjoyed being by his side the whole night is so fascinating to him

and there's no way he's going to another without you

apparently, it's the little things that get his softie gears turning

like he never really talks much, but he's obsessed with listening to you, even when he's stone faced; if you love it enough to talk his ear off about it, he's gonna love it, too

i won't even get started on the praise kink unlocked achievement.

okay maybe i will...

(just saying, once you figure it out, you'd definitely drop a casual "good boy" or a "you did so well, baby" literally whenever and he's like instantaneous heart eyes, hubba hubba, foaming at the mouth, convulsing, probably)

even getting him to talk about himself once in a while, and he feels so light afterward. like goddamn, somebody he loves wants to listen to him???? no fucking chance

except yes fucking chance, and he looks so handsome when he gets all puppy dog excited about his actual interests

he catches you staring at his mouth while he's talking and he clams up, getting all blushy and looking away

("no, no, it's cute! i'm listening" "shut up" "i like hearing you speak" "minx")

he's Melting.

okay, basically, the only experience—prior to you—he has with gifts (giving and receiving) is his mom, but he was little, and he's not a huge fan of toys anymore

and then you buy him a fancy new pair of sunglasses out of the blue, and his heart is fucking bursting

and of COURSE he brushes it off. maybe a thanks and a kiss on the cheek. or maybe a full on make out sesh in the front seat of his car with the sunglasses on top of his head keeping his hair out of his face?

just as a simple show of gratitude, of course

and then a couple weeks later he buys you your favorite cassette (definitely NOT because it also happens to have one of his favorite songs on it. psssh no way.)

you smile and squeal and wrap your arms around him and he totally shrugs it off, but he'd buy you the world if you'd have that reaction everytime.

okay, he found it a little weird when you offered to help tidy up his room, but on second thought, you look so cute setting his things on shelves—on display—because you're so amazed by how very billy they all are

or when you give max rides home and spend time with her while he's working. and turns out you guys are two-peas-in-a-pod close

just wait till billy finds out and you become THREE-peas-in-a-pod. hawkins #1 most chaotic evil trio, with you playing mediator (a given)

because as much as he thinks max is a little shit sometimes, she's also his baby sister, and somewhere deep inside his aching heart, he has a soft spot that's not getting any smaller thanks to you

now... that physical touch category is a touchy subject…. haha (sorry)

definitely the hardest to tame and the one that takes the longest to get used to, but also the one he likes the very most

seriously, every soft and precious thing he ever had was stripped from him by his deadbeat father

until you came along

and knowing that, you ease into touch with billy very, very slowly

like the most contact you have in the first couple months is either your pinkies brushing when you walk places together or handing him something and his is palm all rough and warm against your knuckles

but even that makes you both pull away all flustered

and when you do finally slip your hand into his, he's spiraling and praying you keep it there forever

like once you're holding hands, he is not letting go until you duck into his car, but even then, once he's seated, he is driving home one handed because he will not be caught dead without your fingers tucked snug between his

and that's where things truly take a turn for the better

he gets bolder. closer. and needless to say, you breathe a lot harder when he sits down with his thigh against yours and his hand on your knee

or his arm around your shoulders so he can lean down and whisper in your ear whenever??? goosebumps

also like when your mind goes off in the distance, it becomes a new thing that you're tethered to him (playing with his hands, drawing your fingertips over his skin, leaving small kisses over his face)

he thinks he's crazy for deserving something like this, and if he could lay right here for the rest of his life, he would

sometimes you even go as far as mindlessly braiding/brushing/running your fingers through his hair and he's just sitting there purring like a little kitten. how did you do that????

sometimes he might get overwhelmed by it, but he’ll let you know and you’re quick to give him physical space, and his heart is so full; you’re so understanding he could cry

billy never blames his touch aversion on anyone except his dad

and he especially never blames you

you're a goddamn angel, and looking back, he even laughs a little that you both were so tentative around each other at the beginning

masterlist

#stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #x reader #x y/n #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #head canon #headcanon #billy hargrove headcanon #fluff #love languages #i am so soft for this boy #please duffers #redeem billy hargrove im begging #*

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genericpuff · 6 months

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To be fair, a country can have more than one head of state. Political systems aren't as consistent as we might think them to be and even absolute monarchies like Spain have a prime minister. Then you have things like elective monarchies and hereditary republics. From what I remember, the idea of an election isn't even really treated as that big of a deal... but that right there is the problem. The first and I think only time it actually gets brought up is when it's introduced for a single panel, and even then, it's only in relation to Persephone's trauma. No one really comments on it afterwards. Even in Apollo's own episode, he very briefly comments how he could do a lot as king—not president, but king! Ergo, overthrowing Zeus. So either the whole president thing was a dropped plot point or Rachel couldn't think of any other reason for Apollo to be on a giant poster.

Regarding Eros' comment, Apollo is the god of medicine and the literal god of doctors is his son. Even if Asclepius himself doesn't have a bad record, he'd have reason to be wary. It's why I don't blame Hebe for automatically believing Apollo that nothing can be done about the poison after he simply touches Zeus, given what one of his domains is.

And speaking of Hebe, again, to be fair, a lot of people don't notice their surroundings when they're grieving and her back was clearly turned anyway, so I don't think this should necessarily be a strike against her. I honestly didn't find anything off about Apollo gaslighting her either (I mean, besides the obvious; gaslighting is horrendous) and he'd also just threatened her, so I don't blame her for running away either. Plus, the episode just ends with her noticing the snow soon after, so it's not like we get her thoughts on this one way or another. I don't have fastpass, though, so does it show her actually believing she'd somehow poisoned Zeus in a future chapter, or...?

Hebe poisoning Zeus also wouldn't necessarily be outside the realm of possibility either if Apollo were to argue she did it for Hera's sake or something and then she just snapped. That said, it is still ridiculous she's the first deity he would frame, rather than someone alot more believable, like Ares. Didn't Zeus sleep with Aphrodite that one time? And we know how protective he is of Hera. Or hell, if he wanted to topple the current monarchy entirely, he could've just framed Hera herself! Maybe even Hades!

And if this were any other comic, I'd say Apollo returning to the scene of the crime and then calling the media is just him being a narcissist, because some narcissists can be really, really dumb. But the chances of it being framed that way are practically at the bottom of the Aegean Sea. Even a single panel of someone asking why Apollo called a journalist first is doubtful.

But yeah, not trying to slam you or anything and sorry if it comes off that way. I really like your analyses and I love Rekindled, I'm just trying to offer a few explanations here. I do agree with you overall, though! Rachel has alot of great ideas, but the executions of said ideas are just terrible.

Okay so, while I really appreciate the amount of effort you put into defending these points and I can totally get the points you're trying to make in many of them (and yes this is the part where I respond with my own points, as we do) I think the fact that you presented all of these "well to be fair" talking points is just highlighting and further proving LO's biggest problems in its writing, one that I've talked about before on here but I think bears repeating.

And that's the fact that we (the readers) have to make massive assumptions just to make the plot make sense.

Yes, to be fair, there are government systems that run with a dual-system of monarchy + diplomatic government, but there was never any implication of this being a thing in LO until all of a sudden Rachel dropped the "Apollo for President!" plotline in S3.

Yes, to be fair, Apollo is the god of medicine, but we've never seen him actually fulfill a single duty regarding that, Asclepius is far more qualified as an actual doctor than Apollo (*from what we've been shown), who we've only ever seen apply a bandaid to Persephone's hand five years ago.

Yes, to be fair, people in shock may not take in their surroundings fully, but it seems really silly to have Hebe positioned in front of a window that has a FULL VIEW of what's going on outside and still have her just freeze in time when she's offscreen so she doesn't see or hear anything that's going on just several feet away through a sheet of glass. Just get rid of the window and find another way to force Eros and Psyche into confrontation with Apollo.

Yes, to be fair, Hebe could have a motive, if she were written as someone with some vendetta against Zeus. But she wasn't. That version of Hebe does not exist and, as you said yourself, there are way more gods who would have reasonable motive to poison him. We've only ever seen her dote on him and love him unconditionally as her father, and we've even seen scenes of them in S1 where they have a functional father-daughter relationship (if anything I'd be more inclined to believe she'd have a vendetta against Hera for being an alcoholic mom during her childhood but I digress).

Through all of these "to be fair's" when do we actually stop and ask ourselves why we have to constantly have the benefit of the doubt and jump through all these logical hoops to make sense of the plot to begin with? Again, all this just lends to how poorly structured and written the comic is, and all of these 'to be fair''s you've presented cannot reasonably apply to LO because LO never wrote those things. They never showed Apollo being an actual god of medicine, they never showed Hebe having ill will towards her father, and they never showed Olympus running with a monarchy + presidential government system. So to fill in those blanks ourselves is to do the legwork for Rachel who's only managed to write half a plot. It's why it's so jarring for random plot points like this to happen because it's just like "wtf do you mean Apollo is running for president? He can just do that??" That's not something that should be established five years in, it makes it really hard to just give benefit of the doubt because if that was something that actually existed in this world, it should have been established ages ago when the foundation for the story was still being built. We're in the endgame now, this is NOT the time to be throwing in new random plot threads pulled out of thin air.

This is what I mean from my essay post earlier that Rachel constantly fails to provide context for things she's trying to say, while overexplaining things that are already being shown onscreen. It's completely imbalanced between what we have to know and what could have stayed on the cutting room floor, and it makes for a messy story where people have to make gracious assumptions and do all the thinking for a plot that was never fleshed out to begin with. Why should we as readers have to do all the thinking for Rachel's lack of storytelling ability, when she clearly couldn't be bothered to put any thought into the narrative or the worldbuilding or the characterizations to begin with? It's lazy low-effort writing.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #ask me anything #anon ama #ama #anon ask me anything

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i think there's still a few hours left for your gala, right?? 👁 if so, id like to request 💻 the angst prompt "no, im actually not ok," w austin.. maybe some h/c after the oscars? 🥺🙏

i don't know what i'm feeling

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: g, t if you really squint. pairing: austin butler x gender neutral reader word count: 802 warnings: austin being sad post oscars. talk about the oscars. talk about the whale. author’s note: thank you anon and you were right i did have a few more hours when you sent this to me and was hoping someone would allow me the chance to do a hurt and comfort with this. full disclosure to everyone, i said it once before, if austin was going to lose to anyone, i did want it to be brendan because i was iffy on colin. however, i despise of the whale as a movie- and truly wish brendan had won for literally anything else. so do not take anything i have austin say as my own opinion on the movie itself. i hate it. this is for my 1k gala with the angst prompt of “no, i’m actually not ok.” and saints preserve me i'll live in my universe where i made this boy drunkenly say to his girl some nasty sexy things post oscar. also i'm not the biggest fan of this but i can't tell if that's purely because i'm in my own head about it or not. still hope you enjoy. also i didn't mess up my word count for the third time in all my gala pieces, what are you talking about.

It's an honor to be nominated. It's an honor to be put in the same league as actors who've been in the business for decades. It's an honor to be nominated along someone who's going to grow with him in their crafts. If he was going to lose to anyone everyone had said it was going to be him or Brendan and damn if he didn't think the man deserved it. The Whale was tough to watch but it was good- it was the sort of thing that earned an actor their Oscar. He shouldn't be- He shouldn't be feeling the way he does. Bill didn't get a single award all season and Colin went from a frontrunner with him to the afterthought along with Paul.

He can't even talk about this with Barry because it was always Ke's one to lose and he wasn't going to. Maybe Angela- but hadn't hers been wrapped in the grief from losing Chadwick. He still can't believe he heard Samuel L Jackson make a noise for him of all people behind him. He should be happy, this is the start of him finally making a difference. Making his fans proud and happy for him like Elvis. Making his mom proud that all her work wasn't for nothing. Making Lisa and Priscilla proud wasn't for nothing but why does he feel as if it was in this moment. Why is his brain just telling him this is how it starts? He'll have this whirlwind of three years and then three projects back to back to back only to have nothing afterward. Angela feels him tense a little- she must have because she looks at him and squeezes his hand once again before nodding over to you.

You- you can help ease his mind, once you're in the car he'll talk to you, whisper in your ear how this was not how he thought this night would go. His eyes meet yours and you smile gently before shrugging a little. He watches your lips mouth "love you" before he focuses on the last of the awards. It's a bit of organized chaos leaving the theater and it almost seems as if there's just an Elvis line of people walking around hand in hand like a bunch of kindergarteners before Austin and you finally get into a car and you squeeze his hand. "You okay?"

If it was anyone else, if it was Baz or Liv or Catherine or Kelvin or Luke- if it was anyone he'd lie. But you deserve the truth in a way that very few people do in this circumstance. "No, I'm actually not. I- I don't even know what I'm feeling. I'm mad but I shouldn't. I was nominated for an Oscar. I used to dream about this. I almost won an Oscar!"

"You have a Golden Globe! And a BAFTA!" You remind him, your voice matching his in volume before your hand moves to cup his cheek. There's a wet bit that you brush away with your thumb. "You're allowed to feel something, Austin. It doesn't make you a bad person or take away from Brendan's win because I know you, I know we're going to go the party and you're gonna see him and he's gonna give you a big dad hug and you're gonna gush. And you're gonna bounce up and down with Ke and make sure Baz doesn't drink too much because Catherine asked you too."

The laugh that bubbles up from him is wet sounding, covered in unshed tears as he sniffles. "Forgot how I'm gonna tell Luke about Polly making me do some moves for party tricks. And how Kelvin is going to remind me to-"

"Chill out?" You finish like that's actually what Austin was going to say before he shakes his head, allowing himself to just rest his head in your hand.

"Something like that. I just thought- I let my hopes get up." Austin whispers and you frown.

"No one blames you for that, you know. I don't. Tell you what. When we get to the party, how about we just sit in the car for a little bit until you calm down. And then when we get there, we just relax. Just for a little bit until you stop hurting so much. I'll shoo away the cameras with my charm." Austin raises an eyebrow knowing that isn't always how things go with you and him.

"Yeah? No fighting that'll get us both in trouble?"

"Pinky swear." You hold out your pinky as you move to kiss Austin. "Now, how about we focus on our plans for after tonight. I believe someone promised me a vacation?"

Austin's answer is a hum before he gives you another kiss. "How do you feel about the mountains?"

#austin butler #austin butler angst #austin butler x you #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fluff #austin butler fanfiction #ally's 1k gala #ally writes

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 8 months

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Honkai Star Rail Period HCs (Sampo, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Luka)

Original Ask: Could you do more period hcs? Dang Heng/Yinyue, Jing Yuan, Sampo, and Luka please.

Herr you go @yunthebishoujo

CW: blood, mentions of castration (Sampo), mentions of period sex

Sampo x afab! reader, Dan Heng x afab!reader, Jing Yuan x afab!reader, Luka x afab!reader

NOTE: Requests are now open

Sampo Koski

Tall, blue, and handsome? After dealing with you on your period or during PMS, he might be tall, blue, and singing soprano for the rest of his life

Good gods, Sampo would be insufferable. Not that he isn't anyway

It's not that I think he would be actively mean, but he's annoying and hormones make girls grouchy

That and I wouldn't put it past him to use your period as an excuse to run a scam

Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if he's used the female populace's monthly affliction as a scam premise prior to dating you

He's just really likely too be just too annoying and end up with no dick as a result

On the other hand, he's a kinky bastard. He'd be up for period sex

Dan Heng

Dan Heng is #1 most clueless guy when it comes to periods

He's not a bad guy, but really, chicks don't advertise the call of mother nature, so he hasn't really dealt with Himeko and March on an intimate level

I'm not sure that's something he came across in his research and the Vidyadhara can't reproduce, so there's every chance female Vidyadhara don't have periods, so he may not even know periods exist

Needless to say, his first experience with your period is a bit of a surprise.

I feel like it would probably be something like waking up with blood on your sheets or having super bad cramps, or blood on the pants, ya know, shit that happens when you bleed for a week out of every month (total BS if you ask me)

Any way you cut it, Dan Heng is seriously concerned. To the point of potentially losing a little bit of his composure. He wouldn't panic but you're bleeding. is something wrong? Do you need to go to the doctor? Why didn't you tell someone?

"Yo, Dan Heng, calm down. This is normal. I do this every month."

Cue Dan Heng.exe has stopped working

To his credit, he stops, listens, and calms down. He's still unnerved, but he helps try to make you comfortable

But afterwards he goes to ask Welt and Himeko about it

In the future, he's pretty good about being aware of it and trying to be as good as possible about it, but I don't think he truly gets used to that much blood every single month

Jing Yuan

You know what? Jing Yuan is not that bad.

He has the advantage of age and being part of a species that reproduces

I'm not sure he's super familiar with the whole period thing, but it's at least on his radar to some extent

But when he starts dating you, he's like the most gentle person. He's the sort who really likes to take care of you and make sure you have what you need

He won't mother hen, but expect pads/tampons, heating pads, whatever your craving is, and plenty of cuddles and you don't even really have to ask

I mean, this guy is known for his ability to be prepared. 100% applies that to you

And if he's at all weirded out by the whole bleeds for a week straight and is fine (which, i do understand, in any other situation someone would have bed out already), he's not overt about it and doesn't let it affect how he treats you

Luka

Luka, Luka, Luka

Of the four, he's probably the most likely to be a typical guy about it

You're bleeding? And still functional? You do this every month? What sorcery is this?

At the same time, he has mad respect for you because he knows he couldn't do it

He also gives appropriate sympathy for cramps

At the same time, 100% best boyfriend. Ask and you shall receive

Totally down for period cuddles, stomach rubs and just general comfort

10/10 Luka is great

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silverynight · 8 months

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The Sun hashira

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Part II

At first Yoriichi thinks that not inviting them to his estate will be more than enough to keep them away, Michikatsu doesn't agree with him, but they try anyway.

Of course it's useless; they keep appearing to pay "them" a visit (although they all know they just want to see Tanjirou) and bring his son all kinds of gifts that unfortunately he likes very much.

At least Nezuko and Rui are on the same page as Yoriichi because they keep glaring at the Pillars every time they see them.

He tries to talk to Ubuyashiki about it, although the man seems to be really amused by the whole situation. However, he agrees to have a conversation about it with all the hashira.

Ubuyashiki decides to send a message to everyone and gather them for a meeting; he invites Yoriichi and Michikatsu as well since they're part of the problem.

"I believe the right thing to do would be to ask Tanjirou himself if he'd like to keep seeing us or not," Shinobu says at some point to which every single hashira agrees with a nod immediately.

Michikatsu rolls his eyes at them and even though Yoriichi would like to do the same, he knows at least one of them has to behave like the adult there.

"He's too young to decide for himself."

"He's eighteen," Giyuu reminds him, to which Yoriichi can help but respond with a growl.

They all know Tanjirou would agree in a heartbeat; he likes the Pillars and even if he didn't, he's too kind and gentle to say 'No' to anyone.

"I'm his father," Yoriichi says then; years ago he would have hesitated to say that, especially because Kie was still alive and he didn't want to overstep his bounds, but now that he knows he's the only thing that Tanjirou and his two siblings have, he won't hesitate anymore.

At least no one dares to argue with him about that.

"He's still an adult who can decide for himself," Tengen breaks the silence before smirking: "I married my three wives when they were eighteen, so Tanjirou is–"

"No," Michikatsu cuts him off with a snarl. "Don't say one more word."

"He's right, Tengen," Obanai scolds him. "Just shut up."

Yoriichi decides that the sound hashira is the one he dislikes the most at the moment. Although Sanemi tried to attack the box, he apologized to Tanjirou almost immediately afterwards.

"I think Tanjirou should have a say in this," Ubuyashiki finally cuts in. Michikatsu looks like he's about to protest, but Yoriichi puts a hand on his shoulder before he makes it worse. "However, Yoriichi has been Tanjirou's guardian and father for years now so his approval is very important."

"Then at least we should have the opportunity to prove ourselves," Gyomei says suddenly to which Yoriichi sighs in defeat. Yes, that's more than fair, even though he doesn't want to give them a chance.

The thought of someone taking his children away, even one of them scares him too much. And thinking that they could hurt Tanjirou makes his blood boil, even though he knows all of them are good people.

"That sounds fair," Ubuyashiki agrees. "Maybe you should come up with different kind of tests to determine if they're a good match for Tanjirou."

"Alright," Yoriichi takes a deep breath. "The first test is simple, the one who manages to defeat my brother gets to spend an hour with Tanjirou."

The only reason he doesn't do it on his own is because he doesn't trust himself not to kill them in the process.

Michikatsu looks like some sort of devil when he finally grins at the Pillars, but none of them seem to be afraid of him.

It's worse than Yoriichi thought; they're not just attracted to his Tanjirou, they're halfway in love with him.

"Deal." Shinobu agrees, which prompts Ubuyashiki to approve of it immediately.

Since his brother looks murderous, Yoriichi changes the rules and tells them that it's a hand to hand combat and the first one to hit the floor loses.

Of course Michikatsu easily starts defeating them one by one until... Well, neither Yoriichi nor his brother realized that Gyomei was that strong. Although they should've seen it coming.

The stone hashira is the first one to get a "date" with his son.

***

The day Himejima comes to pay them a visit, his uncle Michikatsu is in the estate too and he looks a little bit irritated the whole day.

Tanjirou wants to ask his uncle if he's okay, but he gets distracted when the stone hashira stops right in front of him (making him feel very small because the Pillar is very tall, the tallest person Tanjirou has ever seen) and gives him a beautiful necklace.

"For me?" The redhead asks, unsure, staring at the expensive piece of jewelry with a light blush on his cheeks.

"Yes, it's for you, Tanjirou." Himejima says, smiling kindly. "The woman who sells them told me it was beautiful. I hope you like it."

"I love it!" Tanjirou beams, taking Himejima's hand to lead him inside the house and make him some tea. "Come with me. I'll make you something to eat."

They stay inside, sitting next to each other, talking about training and meditation; Himejima gives him amazing advice about how to get to the next level of his training.

Tanjirou quickly realizes that he enjoys talking with the stone hashira a lot; the Pillars have been visiting them lately, although they spend all the time with Tanjirou and have to go quickly. This is actually the first time one of them stays that long and Tanjirou really hopes it's not the last time that happens.

"Can I touch your face again?" Himejima asks quietly, looking a little bit shy.

"Of course!" Tanjirou agrees immediately.

"I think it'd be better for you to sit on my lap," the hashira tells him.

"Sure," the redhead says, allowing Himejima to carry him and place him on his lap. Tanjirou's heart starts beating inside his chest like crazy, he's not sure why.

Himejima is very gentle, almost like he's afraid to hurt Tanjirou; his thumbs start stroking the boy's cheeks and forehead delicately before his index finger touches the tip of his nose.

It makes Tanjirou chuckle.

"You're beautiful."

"I'm not," the redhead mumbles, giggling again. "But thank you."

"I think you don't realize how pretty you are, Tanjirou."

Suddenly, his Dad appears in the room with a frown upon his face.

"Time's up," he says, almost growling.

"Dad!" Tanjirou moves away from Himejima, looking at Yoriichi like he can't believe it. "He's our guest!"

Immediately, Yoriichi's face softens as soon as his eyes meet Tanjirou's.

"It's alright, little one. Gyomei told me to remind him after one hour because he has important things to do."

"That's right," Himejima agrees, leaning to give Tanjirou a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

"Who knows... you and the others need to train a lot lately," Yoriichi says, looking very irritated. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"I'm sure I'll be back, Tanjirou. Can't wait to see you again," Himejima insists, turning around to look at the boy.

Yoriichi has to hold back a growl. Tanjirou pouts, wondering why his father seems so upset out of the sudden.

***

Yoriichi is sure he'd be great at hunting Pillars for sport, but they're, unfortunately, very useful for the Corps.

"I think I'm ready to train again," Tanjirou tells him, making Yoriichi smile at him.

He takes his son in his arms and nuzzles against his hair like he did when he was a little child.

Tanjirou hugs him back, chuckling the whole time.

"Give a hug to your uncle too," Michikatsu says, spreading his arms as Yoriichi hands him the happy boy.

"Gladly!" Tanjirou says with a huge grin.

"Now go wake up your siblings, the sun is completely gone now. They can help you with your training."

Tanjirou nods and disappears inside the house almost immediately.

Yoriichi turns to look at his brother. Almost as if he's reading his mind, Michikatsu says: "Don't worry, nobody will be able to defeat me in the next test; there's no one faster than me."

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valittlecorner · 7 months

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WHAT HAPPENED IN PARAANI'S DESIRE???? I'm sooo frustrated rn😁😁. If you know me you know I spend 99% of my time rambling about Kanata. I've said it countless times, I love Kanata's character. He doesn't need to be flawless to be likeable, the show always acknowledges his mistakes and eventually he does learn. He's just very human. But paraani said NUH-UH. Desire is a key VD for Kanata. The first half was pretty well done in the anime, I'd argue it managed Iori's part way better by adding a dialogue saying "I thought making him steal them would make him realize" the foreshadowing is immaculate. My issue comes with everything afterwards😭. They managed to skip every single bit of important characterization for Kanata

The argument between Allen n Kanata was SO softened it hurts. The best part of Desire is how they're not afraid of showing Kanata being CLEARLY IN THE WRONG being stubborn as hell, showing off his flaws. He's a desperate man, and being desperate leads you to doing extreme stunts even if you know it's wrong. This VD made me hate Kanata at the time, that's how you know it was well executed, they didn't feel the need to sugarcoat their character to be likeable, they showed him being clearly wrong and later redeemed it in VDs like Family and Love. The discussion in paraani skipped most of Kanata's key characteristics. For starters, why is he SO friendly with someone he just met + had an intense argument with aka Allen?? The elbow thing feels so out of character for him I'm so serious, he'd never do that with someone he barely knows at this point, he's too prideful to do that with someone he just argued with even if he does respect Allen. The way Allen and Kanata somehow end up as buddies ALSO messes up with Kanata's character in the future. You know he's grown when he starts acknowledging Allen and being less harsh, kind of. By making them be in such good terms you INSTANTLY kill any chance of doing that. Kanata is angry, desperate and barely gave up the phantommetal after everyone screamed at him for like 6 minutes straight, he would not end up the way it did in paraani?????? Kanata struggles with trust issues, he wouldn't in a million years do the elbow thingy someone who he doesn't know + is annoyed by, are you insane!!!!

My other issue comes with Nayu. In the og, they made Nayu HEAVILY disagree with Kanata but still help him run away from Bae. Knowing this is Kanata's self conscious on the phone, it was pretty important to have it there. Kanata was trying to convince himself he was in the right and even had the illusion helping him out, but his real thoughts kept getting in the way, making Nayu's behaviour a bit confusing here. Like, why help if you disagree. That's an important detail to have before the big reveal, it helps you understand Kanata's psyche and how his feelings heavily influenced the illusion BUT his conscious always found a way to peek and try to take him out of his delusion to do the right thing. It's a nice detail they completely overlooked by just making Nayuta spawn in the middle of Kanata's argument with Allen

Conclusion this chapter wasn't 100% bad and I do appreciate the Allenkana moments, especially the last part witg Nayuta teasing him about admiring Allen (PROBS THE ONLY IN CHARACTER KANATA EVER MADE HERE😭😭) but besides that, ruining Kanata is inexcusable. That's one of your best characters and everyone loves the og version with flaws and everything, literally why would you sugarcoat it so much????? Crazy

#paradox live spoilers #I'm a little hater I know stfu #I'm too passionate about this to just let it slide #they always do amazing work with Kanata literally what happened #cozmez #paradox live #pararai #paradox live the animation #valittleopinions #kanata yatonokami

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Pspsps... Your adorable kissing headcannon with Steven ive not stopped thinking about all day and I'd really love to see one about Marc. I know he's probably not as open with his affection but I still think he'd have his own little ways to show love.

Maybe if you have time and you want to? Pleaseee

It makes me so giddy that you enjoyed Steven’s sweet lil’ kisses 🥰 (and I would like to apologize for the sprinkles of angst that I never seem to be able to go without when it comes to Marc 🥺)

A kissing/affection headcanon for Marc Spector x gn!reader

- Marc would need so much reassurance when it comes to showing any kind of affection for you. After all, the idea of the touch of a hand being caring and loving and beautiful has been more of an abstract concept to him than something he has been allowed to learn from experience. And there will always, always be a part of him that can’t help wonder whether his advances are actually welcome.

- The first shy little kiss to your hand happens almost by accident. You’ve been playing with his hands after finding out how much it soothes his anxious mind and he gets so lost in your calming touch that he can’t help but plant the softest of kisses to your fingers. The startled look he gives you afterwards, like a puppy waiting to be scolded, breaks your heart.

Even though his self-doubt and feelings of inadequacy may lessen a little further with every kiss that is met with your comforting tenderness instead of rejection, he never quite loses those puppy dog eyes whenever he goes in for a kiss. His usually tense and guarded expression will soften and give way to the warmest and gentlest eyes that melt your heart before he’s even started to lean in.

Marc’s kisses are neither casual nor meaningless nor half-hearted. He puts his whole heart and soul into every single one of them. While they are always tender and soft (as if he was afraid to hurt you), they never leave any doubt about how he feels about you.

- Marc gives the best hugs imaginable (and sometimes even better than that). It takes some time to weaken the shields he built around his soft and gentle heart over the years, but once they start to crumble, he’ll make you feel like he was born to hug you. It’s a wonderful way to act upon his deeply protective instincts without using his crescent darts and it conveys everything that he can’t find the words for (yet). He has so much love and warmth to give and somehow he manages to distil those feelings and pour them into every single one of his hugs. They don’t just make you feel loved and safe and cared for, they make you feel like nothing in the world can hurt you, as long as you are lying in his arms.

Detecting even the subtlest of shifts in the mood of people around him used to be something of a survival strategy for him, which means that he sometimes notices when you start feeling sad before you even register it yourself. Whether something goes wrong at work, a co-worker keeps driving you around the bend, you’re exhausted, or you’re just feeling a little lost. He’s simply there, carefully wrapping his arms around you, briefly hesitating until you either lay a reassuring hand on his or he can feel you relaxing into his embrace. Whatever has been troubling you begins to dissolve, as he holds you close, letting you bury your face in his shoulder, resting his cheek against yours, gently stroking your back in a soothing rhythm. Just when you think that you’re as close as humanly possible, he somehow manages to draw you even closer towards his heart. It doesn’t take long until your problems don’t appear so overwhelming any more. And he is never the first one to let go.

- You can usually tell who is fronting in the morning before even opening your eyes. Because where Steven is an adorable little Mr. Grumpypants who needs to be dragged out of bed by his feet in the morning, Marc is usually wide awake and up before your alarm clock even gets so much as a chance of thinking to disturb your dreams. On those mornings, you wake to the smell of your favourite tea (or any other morning brew) that’s been placed on your night stand. It takes a few mornings for him to work up the courage to accompany your cuppa with a soft and gentle good morning kiss. He probably would have bailed a few more times if he hadn’t suddenly found his legs being redirected to your bed by Jake with Steven giving him a pep talk on how you won’t be mad at him for waking you up because he is actually the one making the bloody business of having to get up in the morning so much better for you.

While his tender good morning kisses tend to get a little steamier as he gains more confidence, he always takes care not to hit anything too sensitive in order to prevent things from escalating and making you a few hours late for work. Which works most of the time. Sometimes. Once or twice. Okay, actually it just worked once so far, but it was a very good “once”. It’s just too tempting too pull him towards you, letting your hand glide over his back ever so tenderly, playing with his hair, gently massaging his scalp until he whimpers helplessly into your neck, slowly melting into a human pancake. He used to be way too anxious and stressed to stay in bed for even a minute after waking up. Now he wouldn’t mind lying in bed with you like that all day.

- Marc is not the type of man to run towards you in the middle of Trafalgar Square to give a public display of a kiss so passionate that it leaves the lions at Nelson’s column covered in steam. His ways of showing his affection for you in front of other people are far more subtle. Holding your hand as you walk down the streets together, squeezing it now and then as if to make sure that you are still there. Pulling you a little closer when there is a crowd or whenever he senses potential unpleasantness by strangers. When he was on his own, he didn’t think twice about wandering around the most dangerous districts of the city. Now, with you by his side, he suddenly avoids the less safe routes and tenses at the slightest signs of trouble. They never feel possessive, his hand on the small of your back or his arm around you waist. They are just a heart-warming reminder that you have someone looking out for you who would always have your back, no matter what.

If he can’t stop himself from pulling you in for a proper kiss, he’ll find a little alleyway, a hidden corner or something else to find shelter behind. Just something that makes him feel a little safer to let his guard down in public like that. The hidden alleyways always make you feel like giggly little school kids. And to be fair, he didn’t get to experience a lot of that during his actual school days, so you are more than happy to help him make up for that.

- During the colder months, he offers you his gloves and scarf as soon as you show the slightest sign of a shiver. He would give you his coat if you didn’t object vehemently to his attempts to do so. Unless you’re waiting together at a bus stop and he simply can’t take your discomfort any longer. He’ll immediately open his coat for you, inviting you to share it with him. The cold, the grey sky and the seemingly never-ending chilling London drizzle are quickly forgotten as you snuggle up to him, resting against his broad and comfy chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the comforting safety of his embrace, bathing in his endless warmth. You can’t help but being a little disappointed whenever the bus decides to choose that exact moment to arrive on time for a change.

- Marc is the most ticklish one out of the three boys. He has never had a chance to find out before because nobody has actually ever really tried to tickle him until now. You find out by pure coincidence, when Marc fronts during a pillow and tickle fight between Steve and you. After a few timid attempts by him to tickle you, you ask him whether you may show him how it is done, which results in him making the cutest little squeaky noises you’ve ever heard. Not being able to resist drawing even more of those adorable sounds from him, you immediately launch an attack that makes him squeal even louder before his squeals turn into laughter and his laughter turns into hiccups. You barely know how to contain the fuzzy warmth blooming in your chest upon seeing him so completely relaxed and at ease. He actually considers begging for mercy when he sees the look of pure happiness on your face and he decides that he would do anything to keep you looking at him like that.

- While Steven sees his little kisses as a way to emphasize his declarations of love for you, it’s the other way around for Marc. It’s the closeness and warmth and safety of countless intimate moments that finally give him the courage to put it into words without having to fear your reaction.

“I love you, too, Marc!”

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